Squeaky Cat has passed over the rainbow bridge.
Tomorrow, April 26, 2017, will be my late fathers 90th Birthday. I used to talk, not fully joking, about what we would do on his 100th birthday. Dad had many close calls with death ranging from a three-month coma during which none of his doctors thought he would recover, lung cancer surgery, multiple cases of pneumonia, serious falls with injuries, and more. Dad died at 88 years and 1 week on May 4, 2015; a day I mark as the second worst of my life, the worst being the day I had a colostomy on May 4, 1994. I still miss him terribly.