My father was able to achieve his goal of dying at home, and he did not suffer doing so. This truly was an example of the Holy Spirit moving massive numbers of people in unexpected and unusual ways, for which I will be forever grateful. (For example, a small hospice organization picked up the phone late Saturday afternoon to talk to a social worker - who I think was calling while off for the day - and agreed to take us on that night, with Dad arriving home by medical transport at 9pm. This stuff just DOESN’T happen!) So, really, I have nothing about which to complain.?

That said, we came back to our little home with Dad’s two little dogs in tow and me neck deep overdue on work deadlines. Neither is really house-trained, and both ended up having previously unreported significant medical issues. On top of all that, there are dominance issues with our dog, leading to Marguerite almost getting bitten in the eye - quite literally. (Yikes!)

We are getting it all worked out, and all will be fine in the end. Getting through the day is just logistically tough right now! (Grieving can wait till 2020. Lol.)