Sometimes I like to pretend that I’m him, that I can feel the ground beneath his paws and his muscles working—especially when he heads out into the meadow. Every part of his body working in harmony to carry him forward at incredible speed. I stumble as I reach the clear-felled area, but I manage to regain my balance just in time. The weakness hits me without warning, and I sit down on a stump by the edge of the trees and lean back against the trunk behind me.
