mister missed therapy today. he was hobbling this morning, and his rear end is weakened and sometimes folds. i wish he was small and i could carry him. i'm going to get his cart out again, but our territory is limited anyway. i wish i could put him in his cherriot and roll across spider bridge to the swamp and the lake. oh, god, i wish we could go back to the time when we could swim far out and play in the surf for hours, or lay on the sea wall dreaming.