Alzheimers Stole My Fathers Speech Our Dog Brought It Back
Yesterday afternoon, I had the privilege of spending a little bit of time with my dad, who is in the advanced stages of Alzheimers.
My parents have two dogs in their home, one of whom, Molly, is my fathers constant companion. More than once, Ive watched him coo and talk to Molly even as his ability to form sentences and find the words he needs to communicate has deteriorated.
When my father and I arrived at my home yesterday to give my mom an hour to run some errands, our own family dog, Roscoe, greeted him at the door. For the next hour, my father petted and talked to Roscoe. Not wanting to lose the memory of the moment, I filmed a few moments of his interaction with our dog, amazed at the clarity of my fathers words.