As we were walking through the fresh snow this morning, I remembered that a year ago, Charlie could not walk on his back left leg due to a torn ligament. All the hard work of recovery from surgery and the hundreds of miles walked for rehabilitation have been worth it. Charlie occasionally turns away when I pick up the leash, but he’s usually eager to hit the road. I am grateful for my furry companion, who has encouraged me to spend some active, quiet time outside every morning. While I walk, the million thoughts in my head begin to still and settle. On weekends, we are often joined by my other partner, and quiet thoughts give way to meaningful conversation. This is a different, but equally important, spiritual practice. Who knew that a canine injury could spur personal growth?
