Pit lay in his crate, head on his paws. To anyone watching, it looked like he was asleep, or at least lying with his eyes half-closed.
But Pit was reading.
He'd discovered something about his HUD: a sub-menu he hadn't known to access until he'd laid there wishing he had something to read.
Something appeared across his vision. An article on meditative gardening wasn't quite what he'd been hoping for, but it turned out to be useful. He added it to a Post-Retirement Reads list with a pang. The article started scrolling, slowly at first, then picking up speed as he read it hungrily.
He'd missed words, so very much.
He missed a lot of things. Conversations that occurred at eye level. Food he didn't scarf out of a bowl. Two-legged mobility.
But this reading material was the first glimmer
