‘Life’s Short Interruption: Part II’ viii. Allie and I fought again when she wanted to go away for about four days, and I refused because I didn’t want to leave Wolf. She asked me how long I would plan my life around Wolf, fearing this could go on indefinitely. On the supplements, Wolf looked better than she had in years and the psychic healer claimed she’d recover, but I was tentative – this was cancer we were dealing with. There seemed an inevitability about it. Not for Allie. She was infuriated that now that she wanted to get on with the relationship, we were planning our lives around my dog.…

‘Life’s Short Interruption: Part II’ vii. From about 2006 – when things started going wrong with Allie – walking became one of my great therapies. I’d go on epic walks, regardless of the weather, regularly covering between five and ten kilometres. I hated making it back home. I could walk forever, even if I was tired, sore, hungry and thirsty. Walking would burn away all the nervous energy and leave me meditative. If I wasn’t walking, I’d be riding. I bought a bike in 2004, and used it to do my everyday stuff, like go shopping or to the libraries, (and this became a more regular occurrence as Wolf got…