So, Dad petted me goodbye as he headed out for surgery Tuesday. Grandma went with him and Dad somewhat resisted it. I think he was under the impression that the surgery was no big thing and he would be fine by himself. However, from what I seen when he came back I am glad Grandma was there for him. After surgery he had an unusual clot and blood just squirted everywhere. After taking care of that, the doc gave him a lot of white oval shape things that look like large cat meds to take. Once he took that he wasn't feeling too well and Grandma had to take him to Hagerstown with her. So, I didn't manage to help Dad get better as much as I like, but he's home now and that's all that matters. He came through the door and I sat, rubbed, and purred on him for a good forty minutes. He told me not to do his cheek though, and I guess that is understandable, but I really like to rub against his face. Anyway, he still has a lot of recovery to go before he can fully talk, eat, and look normal. I will try to post a poem later, but right now I better cuddle with Dad while he takes a nap. Later.