1: The journey home is quiet and serene; the twilight has come; she probably dreams of kibble and pumpkin. I used to think that she was a lucky girl, grateful for my spending time with her; I was honored to give her my kindness and mylove. I realize now that it was HERwho shared with me HER time, HER kindness and HER love. Our journey was more for my benefit than for hers ... Edison was the one walking me. | I can hear her panting and scratching at the door as I make my way up the stairs. I feel the key turn in the lock to find her jump at me and grab hold of my shoulders, then guide me to her collar and leash. She paces around in anticipation as I fill the water bottle and we set off on our journey along Beverly or 1st to Pan Pacific Park. | The pace is routine; we know exactly where we poop and make pees, which houses have dogs that bark in the windows, which neighborhood children become nervous by her size and which store owners give us a loving smile each time we pass by.