One of my best friends was sent to a locked assisted living at the beginning of the year. I had sold her my best older Arab years ago. She told people she bought a horse and got me with it. She was a Master Gardener and had a landscaped farm she invited anyone to. It was magical. She went out less and less for lunch so I would invite myself over to her place for coffee a few times a year. The last couple of years she repeated stories quite often but so do I. So I just thought it was because we didn't see each other often enough to remember who we had told what. But last fall she called a couple of times saying her husband was abusing her, grabbing her, hurting her arm. She was asking for help. I gave her the abused women's shelter number a couple of times but she seemed incapeable of calling. I asked what she wanted me to do. Should I get her a lawyer. Wellllll she didn't know. I am glad I didn't do my first thought. Turns out her husband was scared too and didn't know how to handle a situation he knew was coming. I thought I knew the home she was going to. But she was not there. I had to hunt her down and she is a ways away (as I don't have her husband's number.) I finally went to see her. I walked into the cafeteria. She saw me and knew me right away! We spent a lovely coffee klatch sans coffee touring the facility and her room. for quite a while. I have to go again! Wish I still had my therapy ponies. I once brought one to a nursing home. My friend would have liked that.