I was making rounds on my unit and as I passed an old woman reached out and grabbed my uniform.
“Please. Just a minute,” she said to me.
I looked down at the bony hand that held me so tightly,
“How can I help?” I asked her.
“It is my cat. She is alone at home. I did not know that I was going to be admitted,” she said with tears in her eyes.
“What do you need?”
She handed me a piece of paper with a number.
“Will you call my neighbor and ask her to look out for my cat?”
I was busy but promised that I would call when I got the time.
“Thank you.” She rested her head on her pillow. Her breathing was slightly labored. I helped her to adjust her oxygen mask and then I went on to my complete my rounds.
I went back to her about two hours later. Her eyes were closed, but as I approached she opened them.
“Your neighbor called back. She has your cat.”
She smiled. “My cat Tommy is just like me. We are both fragile and need care. I know that you are going to take good care of me.”
As she closed her eyes again, I felt shaken by her trust and faith.