An elderly man living with Parkinson’s discovered a shivering senior dog at his gate — and somehow, their unsteady bodies became a source of calm for one another.

year. She gained weight slowly. Her coat grew shinier. Her skin infection cleared. Her arthritis remained, but pain medication and gentle movement helped. She began wagging not only at food but at the sound of my slippers.

I improved too — though not in the way people hope when illness enters a story.

My tremor didn’t disappear.

My Parkinson’s progressed continue reading …