We lost the little girl at ten days old. Our boy will be three weeks old tomorrow, and is fat and healthy, getting stronger everyday. I hate that he's all we have out of a litter of what would have been six puppies, but I'm oh so glad that he fought like hell to stay here. He was the weakest puppy we brought home from the hospital, I think I steeled myself to lose him in the first 48 hours, but he just kept struggling on. Losing the other two, they were both surprises. Him being the only one to beat the odds is surprising. I'm so so sad that I'll never have another chance to breed to his father, but I'm glad that we got to meet the old man before he passed, and that we'll at least have one of his sons here with us.