i was a little trepidatious but i wanted to return to the place where mister's trouble began. i don't think he has traumatic memory, but we've always gone back to where trouble began. 
the circle comes around, naturally. we had no trouble this time, but the alley is spooky. and those black doors—foreboding! what was i thinking. i must have been sensing trouble the last time i posed him here when he barfed the moment after the picture and we slunk home. he's been falling some. he fell playing in the house once or twice and collapsed on the stairs once with me. he's missing his therapy. kimmee's dad died, and he still has his staples in, so it'll be a while before he gets his good stretching and laser treatment and water treadmill. so in the meantime i'm carrying him up and down when he hesitates.