With shaky legs he made his way down the garden path. He looked all around him, and when he paused too long or reached out too far with his nose, he fell again. He struggled to get up, and I kept helping him. When he tired, he lay down. Even then he tried to crawl across the floor to get closer to all those visitors who had come to say good-bye to him. His eyes were vibrant, brilliant, and alive. Twice he fell asleep, and I covered him.
