How to I begin to tell of a dog, an old crippled Labrador that fell into my life at a time I could only justify by deceit? “Only until I can find him a good home,” is what I said, but I knew that home would be mine. We met as intimate friends reunited across a timeless existence and his presence steadied my soul.
There are times when you don’t back down, you can’t, because a cause is like air and you know you will suffocate without it. My cause was Cyrus, Cyrus the Great.
Among the pack, we walked and walked. He respected Tess but tolerated Mack, who had no boundaries. Cyrus established these with the curl of his lip and Mack understood.