I’ve just read the story of Alex Lewis and I thought that maybe the reason why my dogs are so important to me is precisely that: they make me realise how much I have, how lucky I am. I can’t think about anything else when they’re around, I simply experience the pure, perfect flow of life, the undisturbed happiness. I didn’t need to lose my limbs to appreciate the fact I can walk, use my arms in training and just to stroke Lily. Being with dogs, I focus on now. There is no planning, no thinking about the future or past. Which is as precious as unusual for me (I micromanage my life in general).
We are born and we die. Whether we live in-between is entirely our choice.