Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Value of Dog Therapy
Yesterday, Mom was privileged to see a patient I had visited in a local nursing home. At the time of my initial visit, the patient was recovering from a stroke. He could not move any part of his body without assistance. His speech was not recognizable, yet I was able to make a difference in his life. I motivated him to move and work hard to recover.
On my first visit, he reached for me with both arms. The staff was amazed. By our second visit (one month later) he was wheeling his own wheelchair and speaking with clarity. Over the past year, we have visited his facility many times. Each visit, my friend seemed to progress positively.
More than a year has pasted and Mom sees this gentleman in the local mall. He is now walking on his own, with a cane. Mom could not wait to get home and tell me. Often, we do NOT get to see the end result of my work. Today, I am praising GOD for the evidence of the value of my work.
Blessed to be a therapy dog.
Woofs and Wags,