Three weeks ago I was at home enjoying my evening with my cat in my lap. A friend had invited me over and I declined because I was so much enjoying just being home. The phone rang and it was my XAH. He was in the ER, had fallen and broken a bone and asked me to go check on his pets. He was afraid they had run outside when the ambulance came. I went over and his pets were fine. The minute I went in I saw two empty George Dickel bottles on the counter. One minute I was home enjoying myself and the next minute I was sucked back into his alcoholic vortex. Please be careful and don't let this happen to you.