The fear never entirely went out of him; he clung to it as a scared child clings to their parent's leg. This overwhelming instinctive fear that we carried down the stairs eliminated anything in its path: the shame and humiliation that might have otherwise been part of such an absurd situation; the guilt we collectively shared in bringing him up there. We might laugh about it later, or beat ourselves up allowing it to happen, but at the time we were too concentrated on the task at hand. And if our minds wandered, it only took one look at those unblinking fear-ridden eyes to bring us right back.-- pg 52
QUICK NOTE...Update: 2/19/19
Still working through things. We were right in the path of Hurricane Michael (like so many others), and while the family is safe (pups, and parents), the house didn't fair as well. Baby steps back into the blogging world and started to grow, so you know, a post here, a post there, and away we go! Hope you stay along for the ride!