Tom never went back to that mean ugly place... Tom's demeanor stayed more boyish/ childlike looking to Mom for love and security. He had no problem giving himself to me to care for.
He was loving and appreciative as he also seen and was aware of the changes quickly unfolding day by day. Through the pain of knowing I was losing him I kept my happy disposition, always looking on the bright side of what we still had. That helped him and he was not afraid as he knew I was with him always... and I was.
Before he slipped into another world he told me every day and night that he loved his home, he loved his puppies, he loved his life and he loved me more than anything in the world and thanked God everyday for it all.
Tom was spared the lingering of existence in a world unknown to us... God took him home in a timely manner. God is merciful... God is good.