This was the last time I saw my mom. She was briefly visiting my brothers in California. Mom had lived with us for over 8 years, she was dealing with Altzhiemers and it was very hard on all of us. Mom would try to sneak out of the house... no idea where she was trying to go . But Bo would head her off at the front door and take her hand ever so gentlly in his mouth, he ouwl lead her to the recliner in the front room, lean into her until she had to sit down and then plant himself on her feet.  She would scold and poke and sometimes pummel him but he would not allow her to get back up until a family member came into the room and he could trust us to take over. When we saw mom in this picture she no longer remembered us. She barely spoke and sat in a dream like state most of the time, until she saw Bo, then she scolded him at legnth as he took his posititon next to her wheelchair to take care of her again. She passed away 8 days before her flight home to us. He knew and mourned her deeply.