Across the street from the espresso shop a couple is walking up the sidewalk with their little dog on a leash. They move slowly, stopping to look in windows. He is a tender caregiver and the walk is an act of love that gives his spouse an opportunity for her mind to interact with a new set of stimuli. It must be painful—at the same time being so close to each other and yet having lost a portion of the ability to communicate with the logic and wit that was there for so many years. But with a smile on his face and with open arms he embraces what is.