We went to the Good Samaritan home, here in my town again, today. We are set up there for every 1st Friday of the month going forward. We went to the commons area, and there were some of the same people as last time waiting for the dogs, as well as some new folks. When we had given everyone a suitable amount of time there, we asked about residents that would like visits in their rooms, as they might not access the commons area very easily. They asked us to go visit Leroy, the last room on the left, because he really loves dogs.
I haven't been to church in years, but Leroy was part of the church I went to last. Probably 10 years since we had seen each other. I heard he had fallen and taken a brain injury. I had assumed he was in a home in another town, or maybe had passed, I didn't know. But here I was in his room today. He smiled and I mean big. So did I. He never said my name but he said "I haven't seen you in a very long time". He really loved that Katyusha navigated a really skinny space between his bed and the wall to come visit him and get next to him where he could reach her easily (let's hear it for our American Doberman twig dogs). He also liked the smaller dog with us that could be lifted onto his belly.
This one left a mark. It will be an even bigger mark one day, I can predict. Already bracing myself for the day that room could be empty.