BACK TO CHASING BALLS

Sydney is the most energetic dog I've ever known. When she's hurtling after her beloved tennis ball, she turns into a little white blur, streaking across the lawn, hardly touching the ground. In fact, this Jack Russell terrier would continue fetching that ball well past midnight—and dawn—if only she could find a human who'd throw it for that long. After tossing the ball a few hundred times for her, a friend of ours began referring to her as "the divine energy of Spirit," borrowing a phrase from Science and Health (p. 249).

But one night not long ago, Sydney was standing in our bedroom, unable to move or sit or lie down. Earlier that day she'd been chasing a ball in a backyard with another dog, a big Rhodesian Ridgeback. During one chase, the Ridgeback had landed on top of Sydney, just as Sydney landed on top of a sprinkler head. She'd squealed in obvious discomfort, and there was a big gash on her underside that she wouldn't let us touch or clean.

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