Graham is officially a miracle.
We go back to the vet tonight, where he will get his stitches out and do a victory lap around the ICU. We put together a gift for all the vets and techs that took care of him, and no one is happier than I am that they were wrong about him not making it (although I think the vets are pretty darn pleased as well).
I'm not sure what comes next in his recovery, but I know it's going to be a long road. Graham is still having some trouble with his digestive system, and I don't know if that takes more meds or just time. It will be a while before he can jump and play with his sisters and an even longer time before he can head out the door on the run with one of us.
But right now I don't care about any of that. As I've told him at least a dozen times a day since he's been home, I am simply happy that he is still alive. That he's here with me. He learned somewhere along the way that all he had was a ridiculous ability not to give up.
Thank you, Graham, for fighting. You knew that I wasn't ready to be without you.