Chapter 74

And then he would be gone.

He smiled. He felt resolved.

He felt free.

And he stepped once more into the river’s current. 23: Ruth as Guide Dog

One thing about my girl—she’s always been an early riser. Friends told me Ruth would accommodate her routine to mine, and that by the end of puppyhood, she’d stay warm and snuggled in until I was ready to rise for the day. That’s just the way it was with dogs.

What a bill of goods I was sold!

Ruth had certainly never gotten thatmemo. Like an alarm clock, daylight savings time or no, she was up bright and early every morning right around four thirty. If I dared to still be sleeping, she’d sit next to the bed, those appealing brown eyes staring intently, and make a soft chuffing sound, hoarse, not quite a bark. She had the good sense to at least be gentle about waking me. But if I didn’t respond, another chuffwould come, and then, after a pause, another. It was an uncomfortable truth that Ruth trained me, rather than the other way around.