My afflictions allow me time to sit with my legs elevated and crochet, cross stitch and internet surf. I would much rather run and play with my dog Scout, the Jack Russell terrier, but he has told me he understands. He doesn't judge. he licks my face to encourage. However, he is a doodoo eater. Lucky me.
He's seen me fall more than once in the last year. He knows my cane means I'm moving more than ten feet. He follows me for entertainment.
Yet I am his genesis, since June 1, 2011, he hung on my left shoulder. He lives under my feet 24/7. He goes to the bathroom with me. He sits under my chair in the breakfast room, he sleeps next to me. We're attached at the hip. And he is my connection.