Every time daddy moved his wheelchair, he'd put his hand down and Moose was right there. He followed him everywhere as if he were afraid to let him out of his sight again. He slept in his home hospital bed, on the tilted part, upside down, just to stay near him. Now that's a devoted daddy's boy, no?
We're all glad to have dad home. He's got a lot of work ahead of him getting back on his feet, but he's determined that it will not take the year they predict it will take to walk again. And that determination is half the battle. Radiation is done, chemo is to come, and we're all praying that no more of the nasty C shows up anywhere else. We're grateful for today, and thankful for everyone of you who purr and pray and send good thoughts. Thank you!
Moose laid there doing happy paws for ages, even after dad stopped petting him.
Moose: Happiness is scritches from daddy.
Who's daddy's big boy?
Me! I'm daddy's boy! I love you daddy!
Lay down already, Moose!
Daddy, you're so skinny that I'm almost bigger than you!
I'll even take the hugs just to be by my daddy!
Two happy guys
Let me stomp myself a soft place to lay down, then I'm not moving so you better be in for the night!
I gotta say it again: Yay, my daddy's home!
Ok, Moose-a-lot's daddy too!
(I've gone against my own policy of not showing any of the human's faces, but the expression and evidence of conversation between the two of them is too good to crop out)