I haven't posted in a while about my Gabe...I know I have expressed concern because of the amount of water he drinks and his panting, but I kept thinking that as long as he doesn't pee in the house, we're good.

This morning I let him out around 7:00am like I always do, but I didn't let him out before I left for work because my husband was home and I figured if he saw the back door was unlocked, that he would let them out before he left.

I came home from work a little late, and the first thing I noticed was that Cooper had pooped in the front room, which is not unusual if our neighbors have company or God forbid! there is something going on around the neighborhood!

Then as I went to let them out the back door I noticed pee on the floor and started to yell...until I saw how much there was and knew right away, it had to be Gable. He is always so upset when Cooper does it, so I knew he was devastated that it was him and I shut right up. It was like a river...the poor guy must've been in so much distress! It took me an hour to clean it all up and then another half an hour to get him to come in the house, no matter how many times I told him I wasn't mad at him.

I am petrified that he might have Cushing's...I just can't go through it again. I love my Gabe...next to Lena, he knows me so well. It will kill me if he has it...

I'm going to make an appointment and have his blood tested, again, to see if anything shows...maybe it is just hypothyroid or diabetes, or just that he wasn't let out before we left.

He's been glued to my side all night...he knows I'm worried, and I am...I can't stop crying, I keep thinking of my precious baby, Lee, and what we went through...

I can't do it again...