My Great-Aunt Never Owned a Pet—But This Dog Keeps Visiting Her and She Calls Him “Colonel”

She’s 97. Sharp as ever, just stuck in that wheelchair after the fall. We visit once a week, sometimes twice. But lately, it’s not us she’s been waiting for—it’s the dog.

He’s not part of the facility’s therapy program. No vest, no handler. He just shows up at 3:40 p.m. sharp, sits by her door like he owns the place, and lets her rest her hand on his head like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

The staff say they’ve never seen him come in. He doesn’t eat, doesn’t bark, just waits.

The weirdest part is what she says to him.