In these difficult and often trying times, there are glimpses of unmistakable beauty.
It’s difficult to describe what it feels like when you witness your dog bringing out the best in people.
Shiloh and I went on our first visit to a skilled nursing facility we were considering visiting on a regular basis.
Hope and I had a bittersweet pet therapy visit this morning. It was our second visit to the Health and Rehab Center.
Midnight was the consummate therapy dog–a big black GSD with an even bigger heart who was as comforting to 103-year-old patients as she was to children with disabilities.
Jes truly loved to greet patients and enjoyed doing her tricks for, and being petted by, everyone she met. She absolutely knew she was beautiful, inside and out and enjoyed life.
Caddis was my first therapy dog. She and I had a close bond. Every night she slept with her head on a pillow on my bed. The first thing I saw in the morning were her big beautiful eyes.
When I got Faith, my hope was that she’d become a therapy dog. I was already doing pet therapy with my other golden retriever, Hope.
“Hope. What a great name for a therapy dog.” I often hear that when I’m out on visits with my golden retriever, Hope. I had no idea she would become a therapy dog.
Mika is our angel. We found her at a shelter and her days were numbered. She was so skinny and fearful but we could tell that she just needed some love and patience.