Wilbur and I went to bed early cuz neither of us felt very well tonight (his bloodsugars are up and I am fighting an infection)...so at 9:15 we ditched all the little dogs and left them in the cat room and took our little sick selves off to bed. I got a full face and hand wash from him (in liu of the shower i couldn't have) just before we both fell to sleep.
Then we both woke up at midnight. I was dreaming about my dad. He was laying in a strange bed somewhere dying and I whispered in his ear, "are you in pain?" and he said yes. For some reason I didn't expect him to answer and was surprized. Anyway, I ran and drew him up some morphine, gave it to him, and then three annoyingly strange elderly ladies came into his room and I woke up. Wilbur woke up with me and now neither of us are tired anymore.
My dad died a year and a half ago. i wasn't at his bedside because I was trying to arrange airline flights and care for the animals, funny that 18 months later it comes back to haunt me. It was the inheritence from my father that allowed me to complete the initial reno's to the new SAINTS site. I can't say he would be horribly pleased with how I spent my inheritence, he thought animals were animals, and people who rescued animals were a little bit nutz. He also was a huge believer in investing for the future and having a nest egg for a rainy day. i did not inherit that particular money smart gene from him. Despite this fundamental difference, my dad loved me. Since I know what he would have thought about my passion for SAINTS when he was alive, I find myself wondering what he would think now that he is dead. Do you think when we die, there is a possibility that we get the chance to change our minds?