senior assisted facility

Money Can’t Buy This

 Frankie relaxing with one of our favorite residents.  I believe Sally is almost 99 years old now.

Today was my scheduled therapy dog visit with Frankie to Libby’s House, Senior Assisted Facility.  They have three separate houses we visit.  Usually by the third house Frankie is pretty tired. Our round of visits usually last a good hour and a half.  As we got to the third house today the receptionist said, “Did you hear what one of the residents wrote about Frankie?”

Well a few weeks ago they had a poet from New York visit their facility.  The poet worked with the residents, many of which have Alzheimer’s or Dementia, and had them write a poem called “Cats and Dogs.” The idea was to help recall some memories for them of pets they had in their life or pets they knew.  What a wonderful idea, I thought.  Well, they made a copy of the poem for me, because when they told me what  the one line said that one of the residents wrote, I was so touched. And it was one of the first lines in the poem!  So here in the poem in its entirety.  I hope it makes you feel as good as it made me feel. And as I told the receptionist and some of the staff, “Money cannot buy this. This is what it is all about.”  FYI:  They didn’t tell me the name of the resident who wrote the poem, but when I read it I knew exactly who it was as this resident often talks to me about a dog they had named Misty.  Also this particular resident is 100 years old.

CATS AND DOGS

Yes, I do like dogs.

I like the little wiener dog with the trailer that comes to Libby’s House to visit.

I was peeling potatoes once and a cat ran up my back.

I don’t know what scared that cat but something did.

We lived on a farm and had a Shepherd dog.

That dog was so gentle with the cats and all.

He shared his milk with the cats.

Good farm dog.

That was many years ago.

I had a Basset Hound. I had a Labrador.

Goldie Fella was my Basset Hound’s name.

I get along with cats but I like dogs better.

I think a dog is better than a cat.

I never had a dog as a child.

I had a male and female Collie. Penny and Lady were their names.

I played midwife with the dogs.

My neighbors had cats and I played with them all the time.

A fox came through the neighbor’s yard and chased the cat.

I can’t remember if I ever saw that cat again.

I had a dog. It was a very special dog.

I would tell her to get her leash and she would run and get it. We would take a walk.

When I would get the mail, I would tell her to “stay right there and don’t move.”

She always listened.

My dog’s name is Misty. She had a chair by the window.

I would tell her it was time to exchange chairs with me.

She would jump down and we would switch chairs.

She only did her duty in the tall grass in the backyard.

I’d let her out and she would always run to the tall grass.

I miss that dog.

We had all kins of dogs on the farm. The were outside dogs.

Someone gave me a dog. My mom liked it so we kept it.

I like cats better.

My kids liked them too.

Michael has four cats.

There’s a lot to clean up in the spring after the snow thaws, you know.

The bigger the dog, the bigger the stuff.

By Honoring the Pets in Our Lives, We Honor Ourselves

This song has been especially resonating with me lately. Though originally by Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks, I love the remake done by the Dixie Chicks.

I’ve heard the song many times, but just awhile ago it took on a new meaning for me. This line made my heart skip a beat: “I’ve been afraid of changin’ cause I build my life around you.” I couldn’t get it out of my head since then. I knew I wanted to write about what this means to me, but was not quite ready to face all the changes happening for me lately.

I’m learning to trust my intution even more as well as honor it by following through on it’s guidance. I’m also learning more to trust what I am “hearing” from Frankie. It has not been easy. But as I move through this new experience, I’m finding a new kind of comfort and peace in it all. I’ve realized some things about myself that I couldn’t face the last year, but now that they have come to light and I’ve faced them, I’m ready to keep moving forward.

Another line in the song that touches me is, “Can I handle the seasons of my life?” So often we think we can’t, but when we look back, we realize it was all divine timing, and that indeed, we could handle them.

This week I made another step in what I feel is Frankie’s evolution of change. When I began volunteering with her as a therapy dog team, we visited three facilities a month. This past summer I let the hospital go, as it was just too big for Frankie to get around anymore. Then for the past two weeks I knew I had to readjust her visits down to once a month- the thought wouldn’t let me rest, so I knew it was time.

Do I let Libby’s House or Hospice go? I was so torn. I’ve learned so much about life and have enjoyed our visits to both facilities so much. Both have changed me deeply.

It then occurred to me that I could alternate our months visiting. That felt right. But the biggest thing I realized through all of this as I carefully put an email together to the facilities, was that I still struggle with disappointing people. I prayed they would understand and that they wouldn’t be disappointed. Tears filled my eyes as I hit the send button.  But at the same time I felt this weight lift from my shoulders. I knew I was doing the right thing.

Of course, as you can imagine, both places completely understood my decision.  I was especially touched by the director of hospice as she wrote back and said, “I have admired your relationship with Frankie; your desire to honor her and provide her a graceful retirement increases my admiration.”

Frankie and our work together has been a huge part of helping me heal in many areas of my life… as well as I do believe, she has helped others heal in their own unique ways too. By honoring her moving into a new phase of her life, I’m also honoring myself and what I feel in my heart is the right thing to do.

“If you climb a mountain and you turn around, and if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills…”

Frankie has helped me to climb a mountain in so many ways. As I turn around to look at my reflection I see a new woman who has grown in ways I could have never imagined… and it continues to touch the deepest part of my soul that I learned this all from a little doxie on wheels. God has truly blessed me.

 

One of Frankie’s favorite things to do is burrow into her papa’s sweatshirt sleeve. It is a joy to watch her do this… we wait and wait and wait… till her head pops out the other end.  

And within minutes she is fast asleep.