We were able to go out and play this morning for the first time since his amputation. Only got a couple throws in before Brock ran out of steam, but it’s so great to see him like this again. I remember a time when I couldn’t tire him out, when a three mile walk was a good warm-up. He used to be sitting at the back door when like he knew it was Saturday morning.

Today might not last as long but certainly is more meaningful.