For the briefest of moments the feeling begins in your heart, but quickly moves down to your legs. It isn't weakness. it isn't numbness. It's as if your legs are no longer your legs. It's as if your legs are the final tethers holding your soul to earth. Tethers that your soul is desperately trying to free themselves from. Each step becomes harder and lighter because your body remains on earth and your soul is trying to be somewhere else, anywhere else but here.
Back when I was going through a lot with the military, walking on a cane, and living in the barracks at Brooke Army Medical Center, unsure of my future and angry at my present, I did one of the most selfish, spur of the moment, and idiotic things I could have done: I got a Great Dane puppy. Even when I got transferred up to Walter Reed and no longer living in the barracks, everyone told me that I should give her up.