Home.

Arthur came home today, by ambulance. We had a problem getting him in through the tight angles of the doorways and in the end, we put him in the hospital bed in the lounge-room. We couldn't get him into the big bed.

The first thing he asked for was a cup of hot sweet tea, and the first comment he made was, "This won't be for too long, I know it."

The dogs were all over him, and Chelsea was straight under his blankets. I took photos. His room-mate, David, gave him a little Buddha as a present and I am going to make sure David gets a copy of the photos of Arthur with the dogs. It just goes to show that you are never too old to make someone else happy.