I had the most fantastic experience with my dog Inca during our weekly visit to a aged care facility.

One man in the dementia wing was being consoled bt y two staff one being a senior member the oyher a nurse.

This chap was crying and incoherent.

I asked if I could take Inca to see him but was told it was not a good plan.

As Inca and I went to walk away the man saw Inca and stretched his arm out toward her.

The nuse said "Do you want to meet inca" He kept reaching for Inca so I took her to him and he started to gently rub her fur( she is as soft as a cats fur) and after a few minutes he looked up at me and said as clear as a bell "What`s his name?" I explained Inca was far to lovely to be a bloke and that her name was Inca.and my name.

This man patted Inca for ages talking to her telling her what a good dog she was, darling that she is Inca laped up all this attention nudgeing him when he stopped

When we were leaving the man was laughing and happy he said "good bye mate and you too Inca, lovely to meet you both"

This is what therapy dogs are about, bring joy and hapiness to a few poor devils who need it.

Inca earned a juicy bone, I felt so privileged to have her it brought a lump to my throat.