Snow

Sharav and I loved to walk in the snow. It is, in fact, the superior form of precipitation, and one of the best things about living in New York. He was always game to climb over a snowbank on the side of the road, no matter how filthy or icy.

Sometimes when he stepped in a deep snowdrift, his paw would get numb, and then he would limp because he couldn’t feel it, and if I checked a few minutes later, he would still be limping – he would forget that he even had that paw at all! But if I started running so he had to follow me, he would quickly rediscover it.

There was practically no snow at all in Sharav’s last winter, a historically bad year for snow lovers – a relief, since he wasn’t agile anymore and it would have been hard for him to manage walking in it.