Dementia Pets

There's plenty of research that confirms how greatraised on a smallholding where all the animals lived
pets are as healing companions for elders. This is evenoutside. When she first came to our care home, she
more true in dementia, a great loneliness of a conditionwould shudder when any of the cats or dogs came
that can often be comforted with the addition of catby her.
and birds to the caregiving housdehold.I'd sit with her and encourage her to pat one of them
She had never had pets. She didn't even like them.or stroke another one. Gradually she came to tolerate
That's what her sons told us.and eventually to enjoy them. She also took over as
Their mother was a 79-year-old woman who hadtheir adoptive grandmother.
been a German-Jewish refugee. She had escaped"Are all the cats inside?" she ask me at night. "Are
Germany just jackboot strides ahead of deportation tothey all safe?"
a concentration camp. She was very houseproud andThey never became the support that pets are to
thought animals were dirty.those accustomed to them, but they amused her and
She never allowed the kids to have a dog or a cat fordemanded something from her. Responding to that
that reason. However, in the fourth year of herhelped her adjust to care home life.
dementia, Ginger came to stay. He wandered into theLiving with dementia is a very absorbing process which
front yard and immediately sat on her knee. We foundalso often bores people. They need an easy pal
her smiling indulgently as she petted the huge warriorwhose friendship is undemanding and constant without
ginger tomcat. He had a half-eaten ear, a tiny stump oftoo much discussion. That would be your average cat
a tail and a particularly Buddha-like smile that day.and dog. Or singing bird. It's pretty hard to be less than
Same for Hannah. except for the tail and the ear.pets want. And they never criticize when you say the
"Why Hannah!' we caregivers chorused. "Who's yoursame thing over and over. They don't even think
new friend?"there's anything wrong with you.
"Ach!" she said with an eloquent German gesture thatDavid, a 77-year-old man I cared for in Oregon, had
meant anything she wanted it to. Ginger became hernever had a dog. His wife wouldn't let him. After her
close companion, very often sitting on her capaciousdeath and my moving in, he invited my dog to live with
lap or sprawling on the bench beside. Once I heard herus. Nothing delighted him more than to watch a big red
saying to him, "Oh you are such a handsome boy --curly haired ruffian in paws charging through the house
vel, not a boy -- vel, votever you are -- you are veryto leap on a precious Persian rug and crash into a rare
sweet."Japanese painted cabinet.
It was really interesting to hear her sons say how she"Never mind, he's okay!"
didn't like pets while she was besotted with Ginger.Sometimes, I think people with dementia like animals
And I've seen that over and over.because they get away with behaving badly. A force
Patty was an 89-year-old farmer's wife. She had beenof nature in lives constrained by loss and incapacity.