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Paw's On
Therapy Stories
Full Circle
It was about 5:30 am. I must have been exceptionally tired as I filled Gracie’s water dish for the day and promptly put it into the refrigerator. Quite like the time I put the coffee grounds in the water receptacle of the coffee pot.
But there must be an excuse. Perhaps
it was because it was Friday and the week had been a long and emotionally stressful one.
But I knew I was to take Gracie to the hospital and this always brightens my mood.
This time was no exception. Once we made it past the long line of admirers on our way to the rehab gym, we found the room packed with people. There were patients lying on the elevated mats working with their therapists, patients in wheelchairs placed in circles doing exercises, and patients walking with the help of new crutches, walkers, or limbs.
We went from person to person for a while, always observing people’s eyes to look for those that were mesmerized by this rambunctious little dog and might want a visit.
I listened to loving stories of pets these people once adored. I answered for the thousandth time ’what kind of a dog is she?’ And I lifted Gracie onto mats to snuggle away the pain.
One patient told me of his ‘sad little’ dog waiting at home for him. I asked her name and he proudly said “she is Pink Ethel.” It seems she is an English bulldog, and was all
pink when she was born. As for Ethel, well he just liked the
name.
Ann, another patient in the circle told me she was very afraid of dogs and didn’t want to touch Gracie. With a smile, I said that was fine and continued Gracie’s journey from patient to patient in the circle. Ann watched closely as each person in the circle greeted Gracie and found that a few moments had been made extra special by her visit. Coming full circle Gracie decided to give it one more try. As Gracie approached, Ann reached down and held out her hands. As her eyes sparkled brightly, she enveloped Gracie’s little head in her hands.
This four footed comedian stood on her back legs, threw her head back, ears flying and let out her
famous Arrrooo, as if to say ‘mission accomplished.’
Erik, a physical therapist, came and told me there were some patients on the other side of the gym that wanted to see Gracie. As we got to the group, we were greeted by a lovely lady, obviously wanted to visit with Gracie, but instead insisting we visit with the gentleman sitting in the wheelchair next to her. Joe’s silver white hair gave
away his age and his face his stroke. But his eyes gleamed with excitement just to be in the presence of this little dog. I told Gracie ‘touch’ and she put her front paws on the side of his wheelchair. His hand reached
over to the top of her head and you could sense the excitement. He was almost trembling.
I thought of the childlike wonder of Christmas morning and opening that first gift. I suddenly felt sad that we take so much in life for granted.
After barely three or four minutes Joe thanked us for the visit and said that he didn’t want to take time away from anyone else’s visit with Gracie. We talked just a little while longer, until I noticed he was tiring. We said our goodbyes and backed up to go. As we did the lady that asked us to visit with him grabbed my arm and looked into my eyes and whispered, “You have just made someone’s life.”
These words were an awakening, they always are. To spend just a few moments with a stranger is often huge for them. Sometimes we never know how much and then sometimes we do. Certainly puts lots into perspective.
Feeling good deep down inside, I arrived home and decided to treat myself to a small Dove wrapped candy. I opened the candy wrapper, and noticed inside the foil paper liner it said, “Sometimes a smile means more than a dozen roses.” Yes it does.
The
‘smile’ melted at my feet, eyes closed, breathing softly and content with her angel wings for another day.
The Day Before Father's Day
It seemed like a typical relaxed Saturday
morning. The aroma of sausage and eggs wafted and tantalized from
the busy kitchen, waking up sleepy appetites. Coffee and orange
juice was placed on the table, while the television told us of
another attack in Iraq and more U.S. casualties.
In the family room, children played on the floor, a young father
cradled his three week old baby in his arms, and mothers of young
children chatted about things young mothers chat about. Another
father crawled around the floor on his knees playing with his son
who was just starting to crawl himself. The only thing different was
that the father had no legs. Once in a while the baby would pull
himself up by grabbing his daddy’s prosthetics.
Gracie and I, and another therapy dog, Hunter, arrived at the Fisher
House with gift bags of homemade cookies to be placed in each of the
sixty soldier’s rooms for a Father’s Day remembrance. Volunteers
were busy chopping and slicing in the kitchen for a special brunch
for these young families at their temporary home away from home.
Dogs and kids together are endearing and captivating. This was no
exception. Together Gracie and Hunter just seemed to add that one
missing piece to complete the scene.
One soldier’s daughter, Ashley, was dressed
in a pink Barbie dress ‘with sparkles’ she proudly told Gracie all
about. Connor was just starting to walk on wobbly legs that would
get going too fast. He would plop down, pick himself up and crawl
into my lap, or whatever lap was convenient. Then he would snuggle
up to Gracie or Hunter and seriously study these strange looking
fuzzy toys. You see Conner has been at the Fisher House for most of
his life. He hadn’t seen too many dogs. His dad was injured in
Iraq
and lost both legs. With his new prosthetics, it was as if he and
Conner were learning to walk together.
The sounds and smells of sausage and bacon sizzling and the
soldier’s children laughing and playing with the dogs reminded me
that all of our most powerful memories are sensual – touch and
smell. It was this Saturday morning before Father’s Day at the
Fisher House that I realized that love has its own smell and
remembering is an act of grace. I will remember this morning for a
very long time.
“What is your dog’s name?” “Gracie.” “Oh Gracie you are so
beautiful. Daddy can I have a dog like Gracie some day?” “Someday,
sweetheart, when we can go home. Someday.”
THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF LOTTIE’S LIFE
It
is said that we only have once to make a first impression. Never was
that more true than with the introduction of a new pet therapy team
to HEALTHSOUTH RIOSA. Angela, a veterinary technician, and Lottie, a
seven year old, mostly black lab, burst into the lives and hearts of
this hospital with their own unique kind of inspired love.
At the front door of the hospital, Lottie got her final grooming,
put on her red, white and blue bandana and the Penny’s From Heaven
official royal blue vest identifying her as a “Therapy Dog” and
calmly she and Angela walked through two sets of automatic sliding
doors to a new life. A life that will ultimately brighten days of
patients and staff alike.
Lottie was born for this job. She had breezed through the initial
evaluation and passed her Canine Good Citizen’s Certification for
the American Kennel Club with the same ease. This day she walked
happily down the hallways, not straining at the leash or nervous, in
the least. Her tail never stopped wagging. You could almost see her
smiling from the inside out.
As their mentor, I was there to critique, observe and make comments
and perhaps suggestions, but it was instantly apparent that this was
a true team in every sense of the word. If you could see into the
heart and soul of Lottie, she would have been saying, “It’s about
time. No more couch potato for me.” And Angela, who cares for
injured, sick and geriatric dogs with the same love and concern she
would her own pets, was as compassionate and caring with a wide
variety of ages and illnesses in this rehab hospital. I couldn’t
have been more proud.
This
beautiful sleek dog had been rescued at an early age by a
veterinarian. She moved into his home that she now shares with two
other ‘mostly’ black labs, and a ‘mom’ who just happens to be a
veterinarian too. Angela is the vet tech at the animal hospital and
also has been the pet sitter (I like to say Nanny) for their family
of dogs in the country.
Knowing my passion for pet therapy, Angela approached me and told me
she thought Lottie would be perfect as one of our pet therapy teams.
Was she ever right! If ever there were a poster child for pet
assisted therapy, Lottie would be on the billboard.
Once inside the hospital, Lottie’s first stop was at the front desk
to sign in. It was quite clear that Lottie took control of the
entire hospital in just a matter of minutes. On our way to Case
Management to meet the first members of her fan club, Lottie did an
official ‘meet and greet’ with dozens of patients, family members
and staff along the hallways. It is in Case Management that she will
be assigned specific patients that have requested pet therapy.
Hearts here were won over at first sight.
The next stop was to see if the hospital CEO was available. She was.
In no less than three seconds the woman who carries the weight of
this hospital on her shoulders, was on the floor with Miss Lottie’s
head in her lap, apologizing for not having any peanut butter
pretzels to share with her. It doesn’t take long to realize that the
CEO of this busy hospital is also deeply convinced and aware that
pet assisted therapy is viable, valid and a very important part of
recovery and rehabilitation for many patients.
Next
a quick stop at the Comptroller’s office. Looking at numbers all
day, Larry is always ready for a little pet therapy himself and is
another staunch advocate of this unique, or maybe not so unique,
kind of medicine.
Each person introduced to Lottie, was greeted with grace. There was
a sense of what was needed from her and she willingly provided it.
As always, I observed and wondered how in the world do dogs know
this?
Janie was at the nurse’s station. Her responsibilities are heavy and
her work load great, but after a few moments with this different
kind of nurse, Janie appeared more relaxed, was smiling from ear to
ear, laughing, and unable to take her hands off of Lottie. Mission
accomplished! Lottie hadn’t even met a patient yet and her job
obviously was secure.
Next stop was the Recreation Therapy room. It was here that Lottie
met Joshua, the six year old son of one of the therapists. Joshua
fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around Lottie’s neck and held
onto her like she was a treasured Christmas gift. Lottie, sitting
like a large stuffed animal, was stroked and admired by this little
boy who seemed to have become a gift to her as well.
I had never seen a dog so calm in any situation, so willing to
accommodate anyone at anytime and enjoy each and every second of it.
The vision of a child in a candy store came to me. It was as if
Lottie, at every turn in this big hospital, found a new treat to be
savored and lovingly cherished. It was obvious that she was giving
therapy and a recipient as well.
Then the real test came. Kobe, a young man, in a motorized
wheelchair and his therapist approached us in the ‘rec room.’ The
therapist asked if Lottie would get on a chair next to him so that
Kobe could reach to pet her head and back. I had no idea, but Angela
said Lottie was up to the task. I got a padded chair and positioned
it next to Kobe’s wheelchair. Angela told Lottie ‘up’ and up she
went. She sat in the chair facing this young patient, waiting for
the hand on her head. I reached over and took Kobe’s arm and
supporting his elbow, placed his hand on top of Lottie’s head. His
fingers started slowly scratching her head and rested there for a
few minutes. Exhausted, Kobe’s arm then slipped and fell onto her
back.
Angela asked Kobe if he liked Lottie. It was then that I remembered
why I do this. Why I spend hours and hours of work at the computer,
bathing dogs, readjusting my schedule and work, fighting uphill
battles, traveling, writing, speaking engagements and exhaustion was
brought into focus once again as one word and one word alone was
said, “Love, love.” Kobe then winked at me and said, “I love you
too.” I smiled and told him he was a flirt. It was then that I
learned another very important lesson.
I have read the books, studied and applied the principal to some
degree, but to have a young paralyzed man look me in the eyes and
tell me ‘life is short, you have to make each moment count,’ was
that ah ha moment that awakens you to life.
It had been a really rough week for me. Why and what doesn’t matter.
Then here, once again in the presence of an amazing furry therapist
and a patient struggling to heal, I was brought back to that which
really matters. The moment had become almost sacred as I remembered
that there are no guarantees, that this moment is all we have. And
yes, each moment has to count. This is why I do what I do.
Our final stop on this breathtaking day was to get Lottie’s photo
taken for her own hospital ID badge. It was official. Lottie and
Angela were a team. They can now solo. Together they will make a
difference, one day at a time and one patient at a time. Lottie is
happily off the sofa, Angela at twenty five is and will be, an
inspiration to others her age, who sadly are all too often totally
self absorbed.
This little corner of the world will be better because of Lottie and
Angela. What more could I ask for?
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