Name: Michelle H.
E-mail: Private
Date posted: July 16, 2010 - 09:13 pm
Message: When my mom returned home after spinal surgery, our cat Fluffy brought her great comfort with the simplest of gestures -- he placed his paw on her hand as she lay in bed. He was a concerned child. He was the first one she asked about after she came out of surgery: "How's my son?" she wrote on a piece of paper. Fluffy died several months later, too soon at the age of three. A special soul.

Name: LInda van Twist
E-mail: el.van.twist@gmail.com
Date posted: July 15, 2010 - 05:04 am
Message: Just look at Oscar's eyes! I'm convinced that pets can be angels to people in distress. When my mother died in 1978, my father got into a deep depression, because he was pensioned the same month. We had a cat Mickey, which we had picked up from the streets. It was a loner and a grumpy old cat, who just loved my mother, because she had taken care of him after we got him at home. He never wanted to sit on anybody's lap, until a few months after my mother's death. He jumped onto my father's lap, on a moment when my dad was deeply sad and depressed. I made a picture of this wonderful moment, when my dad showed a little smile again.

Name: Sylvia Peters
E-mail: Private
Date posted: July 14, 2010 - 02:14 pm
Message: Thank you for sharing Oscar's story. Several years ago my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer. She lived on her own until she was no longer able to live independently. At that point she moved into our home which included a Siamese cat and two poodles. To put it mildly she barely tolerated the animals and would often shoo them away. When she became bed ridden the animals began to hold vigil surrounding her in her bed. At some point her attitude changed and the animals became a comfort to her. I remember one day in particular when her sister came to visit and said the animals should be removed from her room because she was so ill. To the amazement of her sister she insisted that they stay in her room. I know they provided a great deal of comfort and solace to her and also to us. They rarely left her side until she was hospitalized and died. Than you for writing the book, my husband and I had the opportunity to hear you speak during an appearance in Tampa, Fl.

Name: Kathy Spencer
E-mail: Private
Date posted: July 13, 2010 - 10:32 am
Message: I so related to this book. After having both my parents in nursing homes with Alzheimers I saw myself and them in several of your stories. I couldn't put down this book. I also have a lovely Tabby cat, Shasha that is my best friend and my guardian angel. I don't know what I would have done without her this past year after my Mother passed. Thank you David for writing such a lovely account of the wonderful people you treat and Oscar. I've told myself that I need to write a book also....on the do's and don'ts of being a guardian. I learned as I went on this 8 year adventure with my parents. It helped me become a stronger person and hopefully a daughter my parents are proud of. Take care Dr. Dosa and God bless you!
Kathy J. Spencer
1020 South Timberline Drive
Benbrook, Texas 76126
kathy.spencer@fwisd.org

Name: Mary E. Halfmann
E-mail: yatinhat@yahoo.com
Date posted: July 12, 2010 - 01:14 pm
Message: Stump wandering the halls, making her rounds. I let her finish her work before taking her home for the weekend. I was proud of my little girl. My vet told me once that cats like smelly stuff, so I opened her up a can of tuna, and rubbed her with catnip to reward her.
I had a dream that night that when I went to visit Stump at the nursing home, she was wearing a tiny white lab coat, a stopwatch on her left paw with a stethoscope wrapped around her neck. I could not find her tiny tinker bell.