Once our heatstroke was reduced a bit, I crawled toward Honey Dream. She was desperately trying to get back on all fours, but I could see her struggling. Didn’t matter anyway, since I had her lay on me, as I hugged her, happy- nay, euphoric to see her safe and sound. I even ignored the shot of pain I felt travelling through my maimed leg and carried on with the hug. After what we went through, we both needed that, regardless of what my broken limb had to say about it.