Over the past year and a half, Russ has come to love Chester visits. Russ is a dog person, and whenever Chester would come into the room, he would exclaim "Chetty! Awe....Chetty's here.." with a kazillion exclamation points.
For the past few weeks we've missed seeing Russ, he has not been in his usual spot at 2:00 in the afternoon, watching TV with his bride. I asked Dori (my therapist friend) about Russ, she told me he has been failing quickly and often stays in his room for longer periods. :-(
As Dori and I stood visiting about Russ, Chester stopped focusing on the residents and glared out into the hallway. "What is it ?" I asked him. He glanced at me, and again stared out into the empty hallway. Call me crazy, but he looked just like Lassie when she was trying to tell Ma or Pa that Timmy was stuck in the well. (If you were not blessed to grow up with b&w TV, you will be completely clueless about what I just said!) Anyways...
I followed Chester's lead into the hallway where we faced two open doors.
I moved toward the door on the left. "Do want to go in here?" Nope.
I moved towards the door on the right. "This room?" Chester began to walk through the doorway. We paused so Dori could go in first and make sure the resident was ok & ready for a 4-legged visitor. I had no idea whose room this was. Not a clue.
When we got the thumbs-up, Chester & I walked in together. On the other side of the curtain, laying in the bed near the window was...... Russ? Yes, Russ. Our friend, Russ. Hearing us, he turned his head, gently smiled, and reached out his hand towards Chester, "Chetty, you came to see me....."
Russ was having an especially hard day and it was more than clear that this dear man was "stuck in the well" ~~~ in need of some TLC, Chetty Therapy, and some assistance from his Aides who were unaware of his current need. He was lonely. Confused. Sad. Missing his Sue.
Chetty and I stayed by Russ's bedside while Dori retrieved the help that was needed.