This week I had a therapy cat visit at the two assisted living homes for people with Alzheimers and dementia. I started working the moment I hit the lobby at the first house. There were a couple of residents there to see. One was the lady I saw last time, who cried when she saw me. She was weepy again today. She really misses being around kitties.
Once I got to the big room, everyone was excited. They were calling out, “Summer’s here!” and everything. There is one staff member in the big room who is really great at helping the residents visit with me. She made sure that anyone who wanted to sit with me could, and took photos of me with the residents on her iPad. My human also took some Instamatic photos so they had something to keep. I had a nice time there.
The second house was having some floor work done, so it took my human a while to figure out how to get to their big room. But once we were there I started visiting with everyone. One woman in a motorized wheelchair really liked me and I spent a lot of time with her. I saw some familiar faces.
One thing made my human sad. They give us the visitors log to sign in at the first house, just like any other visitor. And my human looked at the sign in just above us, and it was from two days previously. That meant half the weekend went by with nobody visiting anybody at the house. It’s true that a lot of residents are forgotten at facilities like these, which makes my job even more important. I’m so glad to be able to do it.
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