wickett is the first and only can* i ever walked. walking with wickett i met the dog walker who gave me mister, and eventually i stopped walking wickett for the dogs. i feel kind of bad about that but i was just moving into the dog world and a different way of walking. now wickett is old and it seems has months left to live. i hope he has a peaceful time remaining, and i will go see him and make new pictures. i feel so wistful right now. i still feel the feeling i had when i let my dog bigsby go up in british columbia. it's strange to think i even took him there, and i went to other places. lately i rarely go outside of hyde park and the furthest i've been is the dunes by miller beach. i haven't been to florida to see my mom in i don't know how many years. i mostly just do my walks and then go to bed and blog and read and watch movies and sleep. yet life is full. often it feels too full. imagine that it's just right, that we do what we can and be who we are and all is enough and we are loved. i was alone for many years with islands of time shared and long partings, and alone, and then the animals, the cats and dogs, and now i have r. and the cats and dogs and i'm one who wandered and never felt at home in the world and i'm feeling the possibility now, i feel this homing in, yet, i'm rather old, i'm tired a lot, and who knows how long i've got, no one knows, i wonder though.
i will talk more about wickett, i digressed, i have to return and feel his presence again. i'll be reminded of all our adventures when i see him. now i need to feed the cats here at home milling and murring about me.

*my editor points out:  you wrote that wickett was the only CAN you ever walked. hello jon katz. holy katz. i Hope i don't go outside naked in my slippers, i reply.