I wish it had been as simple as that. No, my mother was a paranoid schizophrenic who became less and less willing to take her meds as she got older. It wasn't just a coincidence that she turned on almost everyone who helped her. The dogs were her life and so she became incredibly paranoid that people were continually trying to harm. It was so sad. She had lived in that neighborhood for 50 years and when we drove the truck out every single person on that street thought good riddance.