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      Soon after that we had to navigate a river. Still feeling the pain from the preceding days, I decided we’d use our bikes to support us as we swam upriver – the air in the tyres kept them on the surface of the water and progress was quite swift. So much so that I was able to look around.

      For a moment my brain didn’t compute what I was looking at. Was it a particularly thick tyre, a tractor tyre perhaps? Or the root of a tree, somehow growing into the middle of the river? Then I realised it was an anaconda. And I could see there were lumps in it; it was eating something. Something almost as big as itself. My mind flew back to a video I’d once seen of an anaconda eating a cow. I tried not to think about it, and just concentrated on swimming as smoothly and calmly as I could, even though at one point it was no more than three metres away.

      As we got to the mouth of the river I was dimly aware of people fishing on the banks, and I was also dimly aware that they were gaping open-mouthed at us. Yup, I thought to myself, we are probably as mad as we look. But I also felt a great respect for the people who lived here – a country that was doing its best to chew us up and spit us out like the anaconda I’d just left behind.

      Maybe that burst of adrenaline had got to me, though, because almost as soon as we got back on the bikes, I felt the exhaustion and fever come back. The sun had come up now; the heat was unbearable and the sand was making the going harder than ever. Unable to ride my bike uphill through the sand, I started to push it. I was starting to feel all the classic symptoms of severe heatstroke – the fever, faintness and exhaustion that I felt couldn’t be explained by anything less. Trying to get back on the bike, I collapsed instead by the side of the road. Once this had happened three times, Jonas pulled me up and tied a towline to his bike. This helped for a little while, but I was feeling weaker than I could ever remember feeling, almost as if my body was about to shut down. Trying hard to concentrate on staying upright, every muscle straining, I began to hallucinate. This, I found myself thinking, must be how it feels before your body gives up and you die.

      And as soon as I allowed myself to think of dying I felt a far greater despair. For this I’d be leaving behind the light of my life, Helena, my lovely Philippa and brand new Thor. And for this I would leave Arthur, whose life had been saved – and transformed – by our friendship.

      In the heat of the jungle, and the hallucination of my fever, I could now see Arthur just ahead of me. Just as clearly as if he were really there. He was walking slowly and steadily, looking neither to the left nor to the right, just walking with a quiet determination in the way that he had when we first met, seeming to know that where he went I would follow. Tensing every muscle, I somehow found the strength to put one foot in front of the other, walking along the path that Arthur seemed to tread in the vegetation.

      ‘OK, boy,’ I said under my breath. ‘If you can do it, so can I. I’m not going to give up any more than you did. You and I are not done yet.’

      From somewhere I found the strength to finish that last stretch. As I crossed the finishing line, I looked up at the sky and gave Arthur and my family a silent thank you. I couldn’t wait to get home and give them a thank-you hug in real life.

      DOG’S NAME: Billy

      AGE: 12

      OWNER: Ann

      FROM: Nowzad, Afghanistan

      LIVES: Hertfordshire, UK

      ‘Billy has come a long, long way to be our dog. I have always been a dog lover, and grew up with them, and even though my husband didn’t, we always wanted to get one. We knew we could never buy a dog from a shop as we’d learned all about puppy farming, but for a long time we were living in a small flat that the rescue charities we went to said weren’t suitable for their dogs, so when we finally moved into a house we couldn’t wait to adopt a rescue! Our first dogs were two Westies: Daisy and Tommy, who made it to the ripe old ages of fifteen and sixteen.

      I’m a volunteer fundraiser for Nowzad, a charity that rescues stray and abandoned animals in Afghanistan, so we were only ever going to rescue from there, really. I’d been so moved by the stories I’d heard of the animals out there, and the way some of them were mistreated. But when we saw Billy we weren’t even looking to adopt a dog – we thought we’d have a couple of dog-free years so we could enjoy a few more weekends away in Europe! It was all over when I saw Billy on the Nowzad website and loved him instantly, and before I could even mention it to my husband he came home from work and told me about a dog he had seen on the Nowzad website that he liked – who turned out to be Billy. Billy was an older dog – almost twelve – when we saw him, and after reading about his background and how he came to be in the shelter we just desperately felt we wanted to give him a good retirement home. It’s very expensive to get a dog over from Afghanistan, and as Billy was older we thought that not many people would want to adopt him and he’d be left in the shelter to see out the rest of his life.

      Sometimes when I look at Billy I find it incredible to think what he’s been through. Billy is quite the war veteran. He bravely served in Iraq in 2006/2007 and was transferred to Afghanistan in 2009, where he worked as an explosive detection dog. He was sent to Kunduz province in 2015 and was working there when the Taliban took power. Unfortunately, when this happened Billy’s handlers fled, leaving him in the hands of the Taliban. We don’t know what happened to him during this time; all we know is that when the government forces retook Kunduz City and Billy was returned, he was extremely fearful of men and was unable to work any more. Billy, who probably saved many lives in his time, was given up on and left to live in his crate until Nowzad rescued him and put him up for adoption.

      As anyone who’s adopted a dog from overseas knows, it’s a long, complicated and expensive process. Once we’d decided to adopt him, Billy finally arrived in the UK on 1 December 2016 after spending his three months’ quarantine in Afghanistan. He landed at London Heathrow Terminal 5 at 7.20 a.m., and five hours later he came through from the Animal Reception Centre. When we got him home he ran around

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