Nearly every morning I see them out my window, this elderly couple, neighbors. Back and forth they go, across the parking lot, past the house, round the block, each of them walking dog after dog after dog from the nearby shelter. One limps, the other lists, but it doesn’t deter them. Raincoats in the rain, sunbrellas in the sun, so great is their compassion for their furry furrowed friends, treating each as if royalty. I gaze out at them and what do I see? I see love. Humble love. It travels both ways on these leashes.
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