"You wait till you see her when she comes out," he insisted. Now when he gets Sam's harnass out, she's jumping for that car ride, he said.
There she came, through the swinging doors from the treatment room, all 80 pounds of her. They both lit up. This man's 80-year-old face and body lit up like an 8-year-old boy. He grabbed right onto her leash as she pounced around.
"She'll knock you down if you don't watch," he laughed with gratitude. He loved his dog.
As he was leaving, he kindly said, "Nice talking with you," but he didn't look at me. He couldn't take his eyes off Sam, as they headed out the door for the car ride home. I said goodbye with tears in my eyes as I waited for my own dog to walk through those doors bouncing back into my life.