Your not erroneous.
My grandmother had a heart attack and was taken to a hospital in Clearwater, Florida. I was living in North Georgia at the time, and my dad stopped by my house to let me know the family was making a trip down to see her in ICU.
So, my best friend at the time, and I, decided to make the trip down there and take turns driving. 10 hours later, I was trying to contact my folks to figure out which hospital my grandmother was in. I stopped by her house, and nobody was there. So, I got the key, went inside, and checked on her dog Rusty; an Australian Shepherd. I fed him and played with him for a while before I decided to head to the closest hospital.
She wasn't at the first, second, or third hospital I checked (this was before cell phones and text messages). I finally found her and my folks at the fourth hospital. My aunts, uncles, mom and dad, brother and sisters were all there. I found out my grandmother had been in a coma for several days.
Ironically, and just out of coincidence, she snapped out of it just a few moments after I arrived. I went in to see her, and she hadn't spoken a word to anyone, but when she saw me, she smiled and said "Thanks for feeding Rusty".
She doesn't remember saying that, but all of us do.
