Casey and I, along with his brothers and angel sister walk about 15 miles per week. It’s always the same walk, about a mile and a quarter uphill and a mile and a quarter down. Call it 800 miles per year for eleven years, and Casey and I have walked nearly 9,000 miles. That’s a lot of shoes, but just one set of pads. Casey walked this route two days before his diagnosis, but since his amputation, will likely never make the full walk again.
Walk time is pretty crazy here. Getting everyone leashed up is an adventure; when they see me getting ready for a walk, they all rush to the closet with the leashes, nipping at each others legs and trying to hump each other, and Casey is right there in the mix. There’s no way he’s going to be left behind, so he walks as long as he’s comfortable and then Ann picks him up with the car.
Last night, Casey made it 3/4 of a mile up the hill, a new personal record. I’d called Ann at the half mile point but then a convertible drove by with a baying hound, and Casey just had to find that dog, so he powered on for another quarter mile, and was still going strong once Ann got there.
Those walks bring me great joy, and I’m looking forward to many more with Casey.
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