This afternoon Phil moved into a nursing home, he had a really bad day yesterday, so I was expecting problems, but no, he looked around his room, and picked up a little dog toy I had put on the bed, stipped off and got under the covers with the little dog and promptly had a nap, meanwhile I unpacked his clothes, the staff bought us a cuppa, and the chef came and sorted out any dietary needs. After he woke up we had a potter around ( got him dressed first of course! appalled at how stick thin he is now) went into a day room, and one of the carers bought his dinner to him, and because he is new and his hands were shaking she helped him to eat it, he was like a little lamb, they are going to try and get some weight back on him, all the meals are home cooked, and they get home baked cakes and goodies in the afternoon as well, ( thinking of moving in myself) I really thought it would be an awful first day, but it went so smoothly cant believe it, twice he took my hand and kissed it, brought tears to my eyes, cant remember him doing that before. I know he will now need time to settle, but its a good start, and Thursday I am taking Spike in to see him, sure he will be pleased to see him, the other residents might like to see a little dog, not sure how Spike will react, been over 2 months since he saw his Dad. All in all a good day for a change and the sun is shining as I type this what more can I ask.