As we were getting ready to leave the Alzheimer's wing after our pet therapy visit, one of the aids approached me. She pointed to a frail 90 year old woman hunched over in her wheelchair in a corner of the activities room- " I think that lady would like to meet you", she said.So Murray ambled over to where she sat alone with her head down; I checked the brake on her chair to make sure it was locked in place, and Murray sat down in front of her, put his big head in her lap, and gazed up at her. She opened her eyes and tears started running down her cheeks. "I used to raise basssets!", she said.There are alot of things from her life that she has forgotten, but for the next 15 minutes she told us stories about Tinkerbell who ran off across the fields one day 50 years ago to chase rabbits and didn't return til nightfall, and Maggie, and Jack, her favorite.Murray closed his eyes, and she stroked his head while she talked- he was almost dozing by the time we left. We'll definitely visit with her again next week. It was a good night.