Comforting Creatures
by Debbe Geiger
Valentine Camurati wheels her husband, Albert, to a spot near the front doors of the Center for Extended Care in Manhasset, N.Y. (pop. 8,362). “Wednesday is doggie day,” she explains as residents, some in wheelchairs, others on foot, gather in anticipation.
Moments later, a collective sigh signals the arrival of Lily and Orion, a pair of white Great Pyrenees that trot through the double doors of the long-term rehabilitation facility with handler Susie Wong in tow. The dogs’ floppy hats hang precariously between their ears and their tails wag in unison as they head straight for Mr. Camurati, 89, who is recovering from a fractured pelvis. His face brightens as he leans forward to hug the large furry dogs. He puts his face right up to Lily’s nose and whispers in her ear.
“I love dogs,” says Camurati, of Whitestone, N.Y., after he reluctantly lets another resident take a turn stroking the dogs’ soft, long coat. Emotion tinges his voice as he recalls his own late beloved German shepherd.
“If I had to choose between humans and dogs, I would choose a dog,” he says. “You want to teach someone what love is, you give them a dog.”
The dogs evoke similar responses as they and Wong make their rounds, first visiting patients in the physical therapy department and then in their rooms, often resting their big noses right in the laps of patients as they sit in bed.
After spending two hours grooming and bathing the dogs—a procedure Wong adheres to every week before their three-hour visit—she’s proud of how well behaved they are, their soft fur, and the attention they receive from patients, doctors, nurses, visitors and staff members. Lily and Orion are two of her four purebred Great Pyrenees, and they’ve won numerous dog show ribbons and awards for training and showmanship.
“These dogs go to your soul,” says Wong, of Woodmere, N.Y., as a physical therapist gets down on her knees to hug the dogs in the hallway. “It’s a sin not to share them. If I put a smile on someone’s face, that’s all that matters.”
Therapeutic animals
Animals like Lily and Orion do much more than put smiles on patients’ faces. The therapeutic effect animals have on people has been documented in scientific studies that show animals can decrease blood pressure in humans, reduce stress and anxiety, lower medication costs and even prolong life after a heart attack. Animals also assist patients in their physical rehabilitation.
But it is the pure, unadulterated love that exists between a human being and an animal that works wonders on the psyche in a way that is virtually impossible to document.
“How can you measure love?” asks Kathy Klotz, executive director of Intermountain Therapy Dogs, a nonprofit group based in Salt Lake City that screens, trains and certifies dogs and their handlers. “It’s hard to break it down into neat little definitions. Animals simply don’t judge one another. They don’t care if someone is missing part of their face. They look people in the eye and they don’t cringe. People get embarrassed about things that have happened to them and it makes it harder for them to interact. The animals make them feel totally accepted. It is a magical factor.”
Anecdotes about the therapeutic value of animals date back hundreds of years, but no organization certified animals for this purpose until Therapy Dogs International (TDI), based in Flanders, N.J., was established in 1970. Since then, the number of therapy dogs has increased as health care institutions have recognized their healing power. Today, about 15,000 dogs and 13,000 volunteer handlers are registered with TDI.
Pet partnerships
Dogs aren’t the only animals used for therapy. The Delta Society, headquartered in Bellevue, Wash., has trained more than 3,000 volunteer animal-human teams in five countries, and will consider doing so for any legal domesticated animal. The society’s “Pet Partners” program includes cats, chickens, rabbits, donkeys, goats, guinea pigs, horses, llamas and even pot-bellied pigs.
A tan and white rabbit is Heather Mietz Egli’s partner when she visits a nursing home, children’s hospital or the Alzheimer’s unit of an assisted living facility near her home in Santa Cruz, Calif. Mietz Egli has dogs, cats, rabbits and rats as pets, and wanted to provide pet therapy after reading a story about animal-assisted activities in a local newspaper. But it wasn’t until she adopted her rabbit, Sam, two years ago that she felt she had an animal whose disposition was right for the job.
“A rabbit needs to enjoy being petted and interacting with people,” says Mietz Egli, 36. “It’s important that he doesn’t spook; he doesn’t get twitchy or jumpy. Sam reacts well to being picked up. He’s a very mellow, placid creature who loves to be fawned over.”
That’s what patients do when Mietz Egli arrives with her beloved bunny. “The neat thing about the rabbit is he can sit on their lap,” she says. “People just want to hold him. His coat is really soft; it’s just like velvet. They fuss over him like he was a little baby.”
Loving dogs
The majority of registered therapy animals are dogs, simply because more generalized training and obedience programs exist for dogs than any other animal, says Dianne Bell, program manager for Pet Partners.
Training is important when it comes time to evaluating an animal for therapy purposes, but it’s not the only criteria. In addition to obeying basic commands, being well groomed and in good health, the animals must demonstrate socialization skills, including enjoying being around people and being handled.
“Dogs aren’t pieces of equipment that you can take off a shelf and put into service at will,” Klotz says. “It’s important in this Pet Partner testing process that it’s something the dog enjoys as a job.”
Some dogs, such as Lily and Orion, are naturally comfortable around—and comforting to—people.
“You can tell they love people,” says Diana Gerasimovich, 70, of Glen Oaks, N.Y., who is recovering from knee replacement surgery at the Center for Extended Care in Manhasset.
She pets Wong’s dogs in the physical therapy room and watches Orion playfully nudge Lily out of the way so he can place his big nose on her lap. “I love all animals, but I love dogs the most. They give more love than anything you can get,” Gerasimovich says as she leans down to talk to Orion. “You are wonderful! I love you, you know that!”
Wong stands patiently to the side, one hand firmly holding her dogs’ short leashes as she casually joins the conversation. “You look like you’re getting much better,” she tells Gerasimovich. “When are you going home?”
Therapy animal handlers with a good bedside manner are an important part of the equation for effective pet therapy. “We look for people who can role play and be empathetic to a patient’s situation,” says Klotz, adding that the ideal volunteer handler not only loves their pet, but desires to help people.
Mietz Egli, who was raised by parents who valued and demonstrated service to others, fits the job description perfectly. “I’m happy if other people are happy,” she says. “People hold Sam for as long as I’m willing to sit there. We talk about him or their lives or how they grew up. It’s nice for all of us.”
Visit www.tdi-dog.org or www.deltasociety.org for more information about animal-assisted activities or if you are interested in obtaining certification for you and your pet.
Debbe Geiger is a freelance writer in Massapequa, N.Y.
first appeared: 2/25/2007
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2/23/07 5:07 PM
We hope you enjoyed our "Comforting Creatures" article and we would love to here your own stories about your special friends, whether that's dogs, cats, turtles, pigs, lions, tigers, bears,
OH MY! Lol, sorry, got a little carried away there =)
Anyway, we hope you will take a few minutes and tell us how your pet makes every day just a little bit brighter.
P.S. Hey Stretch (my orange tabby), I'll be home soon to play buddy
2/27/07 2:40 AM
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When my brother was ill in the hospital, he decided to come live with me. The catch? He had two dogs, Doogie and Houser, both Schnauzer brothers. I had not lived around dogs for a long, long time. It was fine with me for my brother to come live with me, but his dogs too! My brother is 67 and I am 64 years old. I lived in a small duplex. The "boys" won me over. We shared them for many years. They taught me many lessons--especially about loyalty and forgiveness. My heart grew much larger for all of life. I learned to love them as my brother did and to enjoy their personalities. When we lost Houser, who became "mine", I wrote this poem.
Last Thoughts from Houser
I will go a-roamin,
But I will not go very far,
You'll feel my warmth and presence,
As I live among the stars.
For friends never go away,
No matter where they roam,
In your heart and in your mind,
I'll always be at home.
And you'll remember fondly,
The days my head knew your knee,
And I snuggled close beside you
"Cause that's where I chose to be,
And one fine day on an open road,
I'll come running back to you,
My heart will still be faithful,
My body will be new.
Thanks to Doogie and Houser--and my brother Jim who shared them--I am a better and happier human. I will never forget them!
2/27/07 10:25 AM
I have a special angel living at my house named Daisy. She is small, black and furry but definately has angel wings. Daisy is a 4 year old Shitzu dog who came into my life during a very dark time. My husband had just died a horrible death from a brain tumor. My daughter brought me out to find a dog and I was very reluctant--I just didn't know if I could take care of anything else right away. We looked at a litter of puppies and this little black pup broke away from the litter and put her tiny paws on my legs, wagging her tail begging to be picked up. Needless to say, we left with her. She has been a special gift to me showering me with unconditional love. I give her a doggie bone as a treat once a week and as much as she loves chewing them if I say her name or pet her she leaves her bone and comes up to kiss me. I thought I would have to care for her but now I realize that it is she who takes care of me.
3/1/07 7:13 PM
Our family cat of 16 years left us on January 3, 2007. She came into our lives when my wife and I were dating and living in different cities: Me, Washington, D.C. and my wife (girlfriend at the time) and Naomi, a very young and very small, solid black domestic short haired kitty, were in Charlotte, NC. Naomi was a tiny kitten and later a very lean adult cat (8 lbs.) but had very big ears that she could move in any direction and given the fact that my wife and I enjoyed seeing raptors in the wild, we nicknamed Naomi, The Hawk.
For 16 years, we'd call out to her or ask one another, "where's Hawky". She had other nicknames, as most pets do, but Hawky was said most frequently. The day she passed was an unusually warm day in Eastern North Carolina. When my wife returned from vet's office she immediately selected an area on our property for Naomi's final resting spot. It was to be an area in the corner of our yard adjacent to the wood pile, under a hammock of long leaf pines overlooking the gentle estuary know as Hall's Creek. Sitting there, the only sounds you hear are the winds whistling through the trees and the intermittent splashes caused by a stray pelican diving for fish.
That afternoon, as we sat on our porch watching the sun make its decent from the western sky, we peered over to grave where Naomi now rested. What we saw above, in the pine tree immediately above her grave surprised us but at the same time reassured us that Naomi was still with us. There, on a limb, was a beautiful hawk. It's majestic feather's glistened in the late afternoon sunlight and its head looked directly at us on the porch as if to say, "I'm here, you're little Hawky, everything is OK."
The hawk then alit into the neighboring woods.
Do our pet's have a spirit? Absolutely!
Mike & Kathy
Swansboro
3/2/07 9:39 AM
This story might not be your typical comforting dog story, but to me my dog is a hero. I find comfort in just looking at my dog knowing what she has gone through and has not once whimpered or indicated any pain. But she was in pain, and for that my dog is very special to me and when I do look at her, all my troubles dissappear knowing the pain she has been through. Read on:
On a sub zero day in February, 2007, my daughter was home from school. My daughter decided to let our 3 year old black lab, Emma, outside. But before my daughter could get Emma’s collar on, the dog slipped out the door. My dog wandered into one of my neighbors’ yard, and the neighbor didn’t like that. So, he shot at my dog and hit her left hind leg.
Emma hobbled home, bleeding and in pain. Within 24 hours she had surgery, her leg was amputated, the bullet was recovered, and she came home 2 days later on 3 legs.
In talking to another neighbor (a neighbor who believes in helping other neighbors), she says both dogs were playing in her yard.
Whatever made my dog cross the road that fateful day, I do not know. The worst part is that this neighbor knew that the dog he shot was my dog. Do you think he could have scared her away instead of shooting her? Apparently not.
I have spoken to the State Police and the Humane Officer and found that no charges will be filed against my neighbor. We learned, “If a dog is on your property and that dog doesn’t belong to you, then you can shoot it.” There is no penalty or punishment for my neighbor and his barbaric act that maimed our family pet; he was supposedly within his rights to do so. I must tell you that on one occasion, my daughter walked this same neighbor’s dog back to their front porch when it had wandered on to our property. The thought of harming or killing his pet never entered anyone’s mind.
My dog will adjust. She is a sweetheart and is coping quite well. On the other hand, I don’t think my family will ever adjust. How would you ever reconcile that shooting a neighbors’ dog in your yard was the right thing to do? Or how do you justify willfully and purposely maiming a dog, causing pain and mutilation? And how do you come to terms with the fact that shooting your neighbor’s dog is “ok” with no consequences whatsoever?
I welcome your comments and would like to hear from you.
3/2/07 11:36 AM
Rather that a story, I would like to share a poem that I wrote the day after one of my best friends past away.
In loving memory of "Snowtoes"
I LOST A FRIEND TODAY
AND I AM GRIEVING MORE THAN YOU KNOW
YOU SAY HE WAS JUST AN ANIMAL
SO WHY NOT LET IT GO
JUST AN ANIMAL! ARE YOU SERIOUS?
HE WAS A FRIEND OF MINE
A LOYAL, LOVING, COMPANION
THAT FILLED A SPACE IN TIME
HE NEVER FAILED TO LISTEN
AND HE NEVER FAILED TO LEARN
TO CALL HIM JUST AN ANIMAL
MAKES MY TEMPER BURN
WE TALKED - YES HE TALKED BACK
WITH HIS EYES AND A SPECIAL VOICE
AND WE REALLY LOVED EACH OTHER
BECAUSE WE HAD THE CHOICE
THE CHOICE TO BE PARTNERS
TO TOUCH, OR FROWN, OR SMILE
OR JUST ENJOY LIVING
AS WE WALKED THAT FINAL MILE
ALTHOUGH MY HEART IS ACHING
AND FEELS LIKE IT WILL BREAK
I'D DO IT ALL AGAIN - MY FRIEND
BECAUSE KNOWING YOU-- 'WAS GREAT'
By: Emmett Byars
3/4/07 7:56 AM
I am so blessed as at this time I have 5 dogs and a cat on 2 acres in TN.
I love everyday with them as they bring me peace and joy and are the best company for me as I recently went through a divorce.
I love them all unconditionally as they love me, but have been focused on my Sammy (Samara) dog lately as she and one other have been with me for 13 and 14 years and pulled me through some of the worse and danced with me through the best for a long time now. I am focused on Sammy a bit more at this point as 4 weeks ago, Sammy had a stroke.
I came home from work and this dog had vomitted and could not walk, I was devastated and took her to the vet, he did labs and gave her a steroid injection and with this and a lot of prayer she got steadily better. She has a little head side ways droop, and eats off one side of her mouth, but plays and interacts with the other dogs well and is able to walk and go outside by herself now.
I am so grateful as I was not ready for this loss with losing my relationship so recently and know in my heart, Sammy works hard to stay here for me.
She is old and had her years, but other than the stroke is in perfect health per the vet. I would never let her suffer, she has no pain and is not acting like life is a strain for her at this time.
My point is, dogs are unconditional love, always there and for me give me a reason to keep going when my world collapses. I believe they know what you are feeling and do their best to protect and serve us.
I have given my animals a good, warm and secure home but it doesn't compare to the happiness and security they have given me.
I thank God for this time with Sammy to get closure and know when it's her time she'll go and it will hurt but it will be her time.
Pray for us, especially her, as I know without her devotion to me, she would not have still been here.
3/9/07 5:06 PM
This pet story is about my cat named Mittens. He is 14 years old and he is a tiger tabby. Now comes to the fun part on his "cat antics". He does some pretty odd and maybe even unusual antics that I have ever seen. First off, when my mom turns on the wash machine, he jumps up onto it when he hears the water coming out and then he wants a drink of the water from the washing machine. He also used to drink out of the bathroom toilet, a bad habit that he now seems to have broken this bad habit. He also likes to jump onto the counter by the refridgerator and jumps then onto the top of the fridge, itself and boy.... does he not want to come down. He will also not drink his water, if it's dirty. He will only drink it FRESH!!!! He is also fussy and picky about what he eats for his selection of canned cat food. He also jumps onto my mom's motorized recliner and she tells him no... but he instead persits on sitting next to her. He also jumps onto the dining room table --- for no reason at all and he has done other "goofy" cat antics that you just would not believe even if you saw him!!. All I have to say is that he is a very funny and interesting pet cat and we love him, even for his odd cat antics and behavior.
Posted By:
Mr. Matthew Burghgraef
24 yrs. old
-Union Grove,Wisconsin.
If anybody's cat does these strange antics, please let me know by sending me a e-mail. After you read this, you won't believe the stuff that my pet cat Mittens does!
My e-mail address is:mattbond24@hotmail.com
THANKS!!!!!
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