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| Buffy Boo and Shrek |
At this point, Art is still dispensing His own meds, but I write up a 'medication schedule', and tape it to the cupboard door, so Art can read it. Art had been writing the dosage on the tops of the lids and I thought that was such a great idea, I continued to do so. The refrigerator had very little food in it, so I took Art some soup. Art would go to the grocery store with His truck and pick up various foods ie, coffee, beer, crackers, eggs, bread, cereal, and dog food (at this point, He was still driving around the neighborhood). Speaking of dog food, Art had a little doggie named Buffy. I called her Buffy Boo. Buffy was Arts' constant companion. She lives with me today. She is a finicky poodle. She is spirited and skidish. She lives with my dog, Shrek. He is big and slightly retarded. Shrek was found in a shed in the desert, nearly dead, so I think He has brain damage. Consequently, Shrek is a bull in a china closet, and in the beginning would run over poor little Buffy. Buffy would jump and nip at Shrek and still does if He runs her over, but that doesn't happen much now. Anyway, I began to take lunch and dinner over to Art, but very often would find the meals untouched, unless I put them in front of Art. Restless, sleepless nights are becoming more frequent. David and Michael continue to visit Art after school. They mow the lawn or sit and watch television with Art for awhile. Art is now beginning to feel lonely, living alone. Art still has other folks coming over to visit, but like I said, "if it doesn't feel right, it probably isn't. At this point, I make a call to an 'Elderly Persons Lawyer'.
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| Michael and David |
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