My dear husband has entered a phase of calling out when being moved. He's been hoisted for some time. He still eats and drinks but has lost weight. This is his ninth year of suffering from mixed dementia and he also has prostate cancer. He's only 76. The care home are giving him oral morphine as required. On my last visit on New Year's Eve, I waited in the lounge while they got him out of bed - they were short staffed as usual and this was about eleven. I could hear him wailing like an animal as they washed and dressed him. I never knew life could be so cruel - for him or for me and the children. We believe the cancer may have gone to his bones but no one knows. He hasn't spoken for years. I don't know how much longer I can sustain this. I have sympathy for the man in Essex who shot his elderly wife in a care home.