Happy Pet Blog

CH 1: Enter
into Goldenland, and meet the characters.

My little neighbor, 10 year old Hope, came over to visit
my dog. Hope, such a beautiful name for a beautiful child, is a very
grown up 10 year old little girl. She loves my dog, Katie Bear. Katie
is a big beautiful Golden Retriever. Her nickname of bear came about
because when she scrunched her face it got all wrinkly, making her look
like one of these big expensive plush stuffed bears. She is so huggable.
Katie is also 14 years old and very sick.

I have been holding off the inevitable last act I must do
for her. I have been pushing away my duty to do what must be done, but
what cannot be done. Ah, no way, impossible. I cannot do it. Never!
Not to my Katie. I carry Katie up and down the stairs. Yes, I carry
my Golden. I know soon I must do this terrible duty, but not now, not
today…or so I thought. Life changed for me this day because wisdom came
and visited me in the guise of a young child. Hope came, looked at my
Katie and said “Sonja, your Katie, my friend looks so sad today, doesn’t
she?” Well that did it. I knew I must do what no one should ever have
to do.

Katie was “leader” of the gang. She was friendship, love,
compassion and kindness all rolled into one “golden-bear”. Yes, my other
dogs followed in her pawsteps. She did not leave this world without
leaving her traces behind. She left us many wonderful “Golden Memories”.
My own golden nuggets I call them.

That was 2 ½ years ago. Today I hear…

“Benny, Benny, come here Benny! “These are sweet words in
my ears. This call comes from Don, Benny’s friend. Don is a veteran;
he has lost both of his legs in the war but sits proudly in his chair.
Benny is his buddy, my black lab.

Hi, my name is Sonja, and I am the owner of three dogs.
Two of my dogs are therapy visiting dogs and they bring tremendous joy
to the “friends” we visit. “Friends” are what we call the residents
of a home that look forward to the visit of a therapy dog. Let me tell
you a little bit about these two dogs.

Benny, my black lab, is about 6 years old now. Benny is
a wonderful dog (even though he likes to steal my pillows). He loves
going to visit our friends in the home. His tail is like a rotator as
soon as we come near our first “friend”. Clearly this is where he loves
to be. Actually, this is where he belongs. He is gentle, good natured
and full of love and affection. And, he is always hungry….yup, a true
lab, he is always hungry. Of course the residents love to feed him cookies.
He truly makes their day brighter and better. “O boy, he is so soft”,
or “Wow, he looks so good.” These are comments I often hear.

Then there is Nikki, my 2 year golden puppy. I call all
my dogs “puppy”. Nikki is a typical 2 year Golden. She is full of life.
She keeps me hopping. And, just like Benny, she brings pure gold to
our friends. Nikki was certified as a therapy dog just after she became
one year old. Nikki visits in a home called “Fields of Gold Manor”.

On my fourth visit with Nikki to the home, the director,
Dorothy, noticed that one of the residents was watching Nikki closely
out of the corner of her eye. Dorothy whispered to me “Why don’t you
go over and show her Nikki”. Well, I wasn’t really too thrilled at the
prospect. I have observed this patient, Helga, during the last three
visits. She is mean. Really! She lies in her chair; she is old with
grey hair and a constant scowl on her face. Anyone who comes near her
or tries to talk with her gets a tongue lashing. So I kept away from
her. And now, Dorothy asked me to take Nikki to her.

It’s a good thing that dogs do not have preconceived ideas
like we do. Nikki stood beside her chair, leaning in, anxious to visit.
The lady slowly looked down at Nikki, and the biggest smile came over
her face. She was instantly transformed from an old lady with grey hair
into a warm friendly looking person. “Oh, my baby, my beautiful looking
dog” she crooned. “How beautiful you are, and so soft” she whispered.
Nikki must have sensed what was happening because she was calm and very
still, leaning into the chair even more. She gave Helga the “Nikki look”.
Actually, the best way to describe this look is that it is just like
“Diana’s famous look”; her head bent down slightly, her eyes looking
up at you, full of love and warmth and acceptance.

“I had a dog just like you once”, “I miss her so much, I
really loved my dog” Helga stroked Nikki speaking only to her.

“Ask her some questions” Dorothy nudged me, “See if she
will talk with you”

“Helga, what was the name of your dog?” I asked quietly,
not wanting to disturb her thoughts.

“Maxie.” “I loved my Maxie so much but he is not here any
more” tears run down her cheeks as she stokes Nikki. This is enough
for me to take in one day. I ask one more question.

“Helga, would you like me to bring Nikki back to visit with
you?”

“O yes, Please, that would be so nice, I love Nikki” “I
have no one else; I am all alone you know.”

So now we visit with Helga regularly. Helga has quite a
sense of humor, and we all enjoy the time we spend together. What a
happy ending this is. It doesn’t always happen that way.

This brings me to another experience. One I wish I could
forget or go back in time and change. I can do neither. I was visiting
with Benny in the “Home on the Hill”. Linda, the director, had asked
me to go visit with Frank, a new resident just moved in the day before.
Benny and I walked into the room and the first thing I noticed was a
wall covered in framed pictures of Golden Retrievers. They were everywhere.
Frank was lying on the bed; the ordeal of moving into his new home had
worn him out. He got up when he saw us. He looked handsome, tall with
light grey hair and sparkling eyes despite his condition.

“You brought a dog” “Oh, isn’t this so nice” “I have a Golden,
you know”.

“Yes, I see that” I smile at him. “These must be pictures
of your precious Golden?”

“Yes, my baby is living with my sister now, in Chatogway,
about 4 hours from here” “I miss her so much.” He gently starts to stroke
Benny. “I know my sister looks after my Molly.” He tries to be brave,
but breaks into tears, leaning into Benny, his face snuggled into Benny’s
shoulder. “O thank you so much for bringing Benny to see me, I just
miss my Molly so much, this is so wonderful.” “Will you come again”
he pleads with me.

“Of course I will” “Benny wants to see you again too, we
will be back soon”

Frank had a very hard time adjusting to his new home. His
biggest joy was always when Benny came. My, he got excited, happy, even
thrilled. Only dog lovers can understand this fully. Frank was not feeling
good today. “When will you bring Benny next time?” he asks with a certain
fear in his voice. “Soon, I will bring him soon” I gently take his hand
before we leave.

Well, so far this year it has been an extremely busy summer
for me. Unfortunately, with work demanding more and more of my time,
and with home issues demanding more and more of my time, my volunteering
has lapsed this summer. This has created a void in me. Absence makes
the heart grow fonder.

After my short “sabbatical” I went back last Saturday night.
This was an unscheduled visit. I could have cried. Everyone was so very
happy to see Benny again (not me so much). We had a “Benny” party in
the lobby.

What a wonderful time my Benny had. Of course he did! Everyone
was petting him and talking to him. Wow, he was being treated like royalty

It was just great to see this joy. We all talked and laughed
and joked. Everyone talked about their summer, how they were doing,
what was going on in their own world. I felt better then I had for a
long time. My new resolve is to go back to my weekly visits no matter
how busy I am. I do not want to miss out on these opportunities anymore.

Before going home, I took Benny up to see Frank. I was so
looking forward to see Frank’s joy at seeing Benny. Heck, I had even
taken a picture of Benny and given it to him the last time I saw him.
Just a little extra joy I wanted to pass on.

We walked into the familiar room…it was empty. No pictures,
no clothes. Bed made. I felt the blood drain from my face. I even started
to shake a bit. I thought “no way”; what I am thinking cannot be. I
searched for Frank’s nurse. “Lilly, where is Frank?”

Lilly looks at me sadly, she knows he meant a lot to me.
“Frank died last week.” “They found him in the morning. He passed away
gently during the night”

“O wait, she says, I have something for you.” She went to
her nurse’s station and came back with the picture of Benny that I had
given to Frank. “ When we found him he was holding this picture close
to his heart”, “and I thought you might want it back”

I slowly turned around once more, Benny at my side. I looked
at the empty bed, the wall that should have been covered with pictures.
I felt the emptiness deeper then I had felt anything for a long time.
I do not ever want to be reminded of my mistake. The mistake of a promise
made, and not kept. I knew exactly how Frank felt. Lonely, forgotten,
even his new friend Benny, did not come as promised. He died alone reaching
out for a friend that could have been there, but was not. I cried for
Frank, for his loneliness, and for me.

I would like to tell you of another story. This story is
not about me or my dogs, but a fellow therapy worker. This is a very
touching tale of a faithful friend being there for another friend.

I listen to a radio station that once a year has a big blitz
to collect money for the Sick Children’s Hospital in our city. They
set up a remote station right there in the hospital lobby for three
days and interview parents and kids that have been touched by this hospital.
The music plays in the background as the kids, parents, doctors and
nurses tell their stories.

This year the radio station also interviewed a lady with
her therapy dog. The dog is a regular volunteer in this hospital. The
lady was telling us that one day a young child, about 5 years old was
dying. Mommy “I want my doggie with me”, please, “I want my doggie here.”
And of course, the dog did come, after cutting through some red tape
to be allowed into the room with this child. The child died with the
dog at her side.

When I heard this interview taking place while the dog was
being petted by the interviewer, I couldn’t stop crying. Everyone was
crying. What a moment.

There are also funny moments. I mean you mix people and
dogs and there is bound to be humor.

I can remember one winter, when the neighborhood kids were
not so happy with my Golden Retriever. My Katie Bear, who is not with
me anymore, got loose. And, full speed ahead, she ran down the street,
into the front yard of a home day care centre. There she spotted a snowman,
grabbed the carrot nose, and ran back home with it. These are the times
when I should have had my camera. The little ones were not impressed
at all, they cried “The dog took the snowman’s nose,” “Our snowman doesn’t
have a nose anymore.”

That very same Katie, while we were visiting with our senior
friends, very quietly stuck her head deep into one senior’s purse and
stole her muffin. That senior was not impressed either. “Your dog stole
my muffin” she yelled, shaking her finger at me.

Ah, those golden moments.