a respite care bed but dad chose not to try it out. but maybe the winds of change are blowing as, for the first time ever, dad recently asked a question about what would happen (to the dog, of course) if he needed residential care. i think, deep down, even dad feels that sense of floundering.
it is so, so, sad. i think i am writing this just to clear the whole, unhappy, situation out of my head. we have tried to gently help dad understand that, what with the ‘lump in his bladder’ (the ‘c’ word is another letter-word that he cannot remember or accept applies to him) and the 