When Benji grew wings, the vet agreed it was unusual for a dog of his age. It troubled me more than it bothered the dog that we had to visit the vet. It was the first time in months I had left the house - but I still couldn’t make eye contact. When the vet said beware of Benji flying at night I gazed at the animal hair on the floor.
But as it turns out, the night flights are the best. Benji circles the garden, jumping and barking and just before take-off, just before, I jump on his back and we soar, the two of us laughing and barking and flying and happy. And I see all that I’ve been missing in months.
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