You've just echoed my own sentiments Doodle - when I could drive I used to go to the beach (lots of beautiful and mostly deserted ones near here) and just sit or walk and breathe in that sea air. Nothing seemed so bad after that.
Gosh ixion how exciting, I do hope your dear cat settles down as well as Kira did with Nfk. Maybe the occasional visit from foster Mum would help or do the rules not allow that?
And seeing as you asked.....
The Matua Ray Saga
feel free to skip.
Or jump or hop 
Long ago, I gave him the Waipareira 0800 number and when he rang, he gave reception only his phone number and no surname.
Unbeknown to Cherri, the person who followed up the next day and subsequently many more times, he didn't know how to answer his new phone so she got no reply and didn't know where he lived or his last name 
Then, as you may remember, his daughter moved in, along with her two small and lively children and he was fine.
She eventually got a house (after cross words unfortunately) moved out and from then on he deteriorated very rapidly. His daughter still doesn't visit or speak to him.
Before she moved in, I'd asked him to come to our weekly kaumatua group but thinking he'd had the brush off when no one got in touch, he declined.
I continued to take him a weekly meal from the group and seeing his car parked permanently outside and never moved, wondered if he could no longer drive. I knew he’d fallen when walking up to the park to celebrate Waitangi on Feb 6th, as he came to the kaumatua tent with plasters and bruises.
So that was another clue he no longer felt safe driving.
I suggested my homecare ladies and I could always take him shopping or bring stuff back. Like me, he’s confined to the house without transport but he didn’t take us up on the offer.
Then, via his doctor, he got his own homecare lady: 2 hours twice a week but apart from making a simple meal, she did none of the required shopping or cleaning and left after 25 mins. (being paid for the full time of course).
Meanwhile, I'm walking the fine line between interfering and wanting to help. And in Maori terms, "treading on his mana" or loosely translaed, ignoring or imposing on his male pride.
It wasn't until my birthday when the whole, wonderful crew of young people sarrived at my house (it was a surprise) with the gazebo, tables, chairs and enough food to feed an army, that Ray actually saw what I'd been trying to involve him in for months.
Cherri observed him, saw how terribly thin he was; what a massive amount of food he ate and took some of the left overs to his home, where she saw an empty fridge and pantry.
After that, and with his permission, the whole Waipareira support team sprang into action.
It wasn't until this week when Cherri, did the full needs assessment, that she recognised his phone number and realised he was "the missing kaumatua” she’d been so worried about when he never answered his phone.
You can imagine how I felt, watching him go from a competent driver, weighing around 110kg and walk The Circuit in our local park every day, to someone who can barely walk, let alone drive and is now hardly even 70kg.
Cherri said, "I think we just got to him in time."