There's No Place Like a Home
Fifty-four-year-old Sherri Franklin scans a group of senior citizens in a Berkeley, California, retirement home. Tucked under her arm is a white miniature poodle wearing a jacket that says, “Adopt Me.” Her gaze falls on an 83-year-old named George. She kneels beside his wheelchair and asks, “Would you like to hold Cappy the poodle? He’s 14 – about your age, in dog years. He’d be so happy to sit in your lap.” After George nods Sherri places the tiny animal in his arms. Cappy drapes himself over George’s body, sighs contentedly and closes his eyes. As if he’s been doing it for years, George strokes Cappy’s white curls with his age-spotted hand.