A couple of years back, I visited a residential home with a woman (that I’ll call A) who needed to move into residential care. She didn’t particularly want to, but she had accepted the need with a heavy heart. She didn’t have any other family so I took her to see some of the available places in the area.
There were some very modern and accessible, some friendly but none seemed to be homely to her.
Until we arrived in one other home. It was a converted house. We went to speak to the manager together and the manager had to extract an extremely large and very pampered long haired cat from the desk to meet us.
A’s face lit up. Fluffy flopped down onto her lap. The Manager apologised and said that Fluffy was so used to being patted and stroked by the residents that she just made herself at home on anyone’s lap.
A was sold though. She told me, though some tears, that she had always wanted a pet but her husband (deceased) had been allergic to cats. She was stroking Fluffy almost aggressively. Fluffy though, was happy.
I spoke to the manager, A being more or less oblivious to the conversation because she was concentrating her efforts on Fluffy.
Fluffy shifted around a little but levels of purring rose.
Needless to say, we had found a home that A wanted to move to. And she did.
And so, remembering Fluffy and A and all the amazing help that animals can bring and the excellent work done by Pets as Therapy (who visit residential homes and hospitals with animals to pet!) I leave you with more photos. I know they’re superfluous but it’s the weekend and I’m supposed to be on holiday….
With thanks to my sister for uncredited photos!
and if that isn’t enough for the weekend – try kitten war