Waffles' breeder and former owner, "Mama Joan," came over today to be with Waffles when she got out of surgery. Waffles was so sedate that she would lift her head for a moment and then fall back to sleep. On a conscious level I am not sure she fully realized Joan was there, yet, on another I'm sure she did. I'm sure she discerned the familiar arms that held her, the scent of Joan and the pugs who came with her, the sounds of her former pack, TarBaby and Egg, at play about her. I can't be sure exactly what she registered, but I think that however she perceives it, this animal understood that she was safe and loved.