I don’t usually spend a lot of time talking about my dad. He is very special in my life. He always stops whatever he is doing to pick me up. He talks to me and pets me. Granted he is not the one who fills my food bowl, but he will share whatever he is eating if I ask politely. He is a steady constant for me.

This week, however, he has not been here. Mom told me that his heart is giving him problems. She took him to the ER again on Monday. This time he agreed to be admitted. Mom explained that his normally slow heart rate has gotten even slower. Because he tends to be laid back like me, I thought the slow beat was just fine. I guess like anything else, there are limits. The doctors have finished lots more tests, and Dad has consented to let them put in a pacemaker. Mom said he thought about it a long time, but decided that it is probably the best option. The procedure is scheduled for Thursday morning, October 31, Halloween. I’ll take having it on this holiday as a good sign. I wish I could be there to keep him calm. I know that is my job. The doctors just don’t understand how important cat therapy can be. Now if we were talking about Miko, I could understand any hesitation, but I’m not a young terror like her. I guess I’ll just have to sit quietly all morning sending my silent purrs off through the miles so he knows I’m here waiting for him to come home safe and sound.