We watch little Annie

 

Asleep on the floor.

 

Legs twitching.  She’s dreaming; running in her sleep.

 

 

She’s old now; fifteen and a half.  She doesn’t get around like she used to.  It’s hard for her to see.  She doesn’t hear much.  She can’t jump.

 

 

So we wonder.  While she is sleeping, dreaming, is she young again, running free in the yard, leaping over obstacles, ears flying in the wind?

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Good chance.