Saturday at the park, we saw a couple with two older Golden Retrievers sitting in the shade. We waved and walked on a way so we didn't bother them, sat down and threw the frisbee for Laswell while picnicking on bagel dogs.

After a while they started packing up and I noticed they had a harness around one dog's hindquarters to help him stand up and walk over to the car. The simple, matter-of-fact way the lady helped him walk on his dysplasic haunches pierced me straight through and I started crying, about two seconds before Jen saw the same thing and said "Don't start crying, Eric."

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