The Other Me
‘Life’s Short Interruption: Part II’ vii. From about 2006 – when things started going wrong with Allie – walking became one of my great therapies. I’d go on epic walks, regardless of the weather, regularly covering between five and ten kilometres. I hated making it back home. I could walk forever, even if I was tired, sore, hungry and thirsty. Walking would burn away all the nervous energy and leave me meditative. If I wasn’t walking, I’d be riding. I bought a bike in 2004, and used it to do my everyday stuff, like go shopping or to the libraries, (and this became a more regular occurrence as Wolf got…
The Other Me
‘Life’s Short Interruption: Part II’ vi. Early November, I came home from a school function, only to have Wolf come up to me, moping – it’s what she did when she was sick. I was tired and she didn’t seem too bad, so I put her to bed, then went to sleep myself. The next morning she was no better. When her condition barely improved over the day, we took her to the vet. The vet examined her and immediately felt a lump in her belly. ‘Is it something she hasn’t digested?’ I asked. I’d been warned to no longer give Wolf bones because, at her age, she could have…