When I was working my first hospice job I worked with patients in a nursing home that used pet threapy. I always thought it a funny sight to see someone walking a big dog down the hall at a nursing home, but being a dog person myself I understood its value.
I’d almost forgotten about that experience until NHPCO pointed me to this article about a four legged hospice worker.
My dogs help me relax when this job becomes too much to take. There is something threapudic about a good ol’ lick to the face from my dogs. I hope someone will remember that for me when I can’t remember it for myself someday. Sometimes you need to be loved and sometimes you need to give love. A good dog is great at both.