Always
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He sits lost much of the time,
perhaps just trying to figure out things,
place,
time,
who we are,
are mysteries he never quite gets,
though he smiles when I greet him,
even laughs when I joke with him.
We walk him when he is restless,
comfort him when he is afraid,
cleaned when needed,
and loved
which is the most important thing of all,
always.