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.

— the same one I’d used to bring her inside. Her head lay across my lap, because that had always been her chosen place. My right hand trembled against her fur.

Then, as if performing one final duty, she pressed her chin over my wrist.

The tremor softened.

I laughed and cried at the same time.

“Still taking care of me,” I said.

Dr. Morgan gave us all the continue reading …