Pardon my jubilation. For those that may be aware, my lover and I split up after 13 years recently. It was due to his declining physical health and mental health issues. Never made a formal posting about these woes, but had dropped some hints along the way. The love and support that I received from you all here on MR was very appreciated. It has been a week since Teddy left to move to Florida, supposedly with one his aunts down there. The quick and dirty is that he was lying to me and his family. He has been living out of his car with our dog Chewey for the last week. And this past week has been filled with pain for me, knowing deep down that he was in trouble. Add to that, my sister lost her dog, Reba, last night due to old age. Came to find out that his mom did not want him to leave. And offered to let him move in (without Chewey). He did not want to let go of Chewey. We know now that it has been Chewey that has been keeping him going for all these months. That is the back story. The jubilation is that we have him coming back home staring tomorrow. It will take a few days, but he and Chewey are headed home. No, not to move back in with me, but through his families efforts, he will get the medical attention that he so desperately needs. His mom and her sister figured out how to get him back home. His mom was just diagnosed with a small heart blockage. They are using his love of his mother, to get him to come back home. Even my sister called his mother tonight, unknown to me, to work on getting him back home. My part in this intervention is to let him know that I have heard of his return through his mother. To be encouraging about his return, which I am. Also my sister has come further to the rescue by agreeing to take Chewey in to her home, as a playmate for her remaining dog, Barbie. Just when I thought that God had not heard our prayers, he is delivering in so many ways. His mom will have him back, close to her - to help in his treatment. I will rest easier knowing that he is getting treatment. That Chewey, who has gone through hell in the past week, will be back with his Daddy (me) in a limited way, but his new Mommy (my sister) will love him as much as I have. [FYI, because of debts that I financed to help my ex, I am forced to sell the townhouse and move in to an apartment. I am not bitter about this, hurt - yes. But the new place won't let me take Chewey.] His mom and I talked and cried for many hours tonight on what faces us both, and for the pain that the last week has given us (he has been living out of his car, not eating well, hasn't showered in the past week, has now gotten bed sores). We realize that this is the hardest thing that we have ever faced. But as I told her, God has given us the strength to get through this so far. And since He has answered our prayers for Teddy's treatment and recovery, He will help us weather this storm. For those that have offered their prayers to me and my ex-lovers family, thanks - but keep them coming. He is not home yet. That we need first. And when he does get home, we will need prayers for his recovery. And we all need prayers for what we are about to do in order to get him the help he needs (his family is having him involuntarily committed for care). We will need all the strength and comfort that God can provide. And we need God's help and guidance to make sure that Teddy makes it home safely (he already bashed his bumper when he fell asleep at the wheel on the drive down, and had cut off a cop on the road). Thank you for allowing me to share my pain and joy.