Sparky wasn’t walking so well (actually, he wasn't walking at all) after his TPLO surgery in November. It broke my heart to see him so down on his luck. He had no spirit. The ball taunted him because he couldn't even get up to go get it. I had to hide it so he could forget it. I didn't want him to hurt anymore than he had to.   I had to do everything for him. I had to pick him up to let him go pee. I had to help him back in the apartment after he peed because he wouldn't budge from his stance. He definitely wasn't able to walk on hardwood floors because he couldn't keep his legs from slipping. They would just spread apart and he'd fall down. Always falling down. It broke my heart to see him give up. It broke his spirit, too. :( But then we started doing rehab. Every morning, I would help him get up and he would walk around in a daze. Sometimes, he was frisky and sorta wobbled everywhere. Most times, he just moped around until he found the door. We would go outside for a very, VERY slow "walk." We couldn't do stairs or anything elevated because he was afraid of them. Even though he was walking, I still had to carry him up the curb and through the door where there is a slight ledge. We increased our walks by a few minutes each day, but it was still a struggle for him. Finally, he started getting up on his own and our walking speed got faster. He still fell down a lot, but his spirit was stronger. I think he started to believe in himself more. He took risks when I asked him to. I started asking him step onto the curb on his own. When we would get to a curb, I would say, "up," and he would put one leg up, then the other, then the back legs up with one final hop. He was getting stronger. One morning, he woke up friskier than usual. His eyes were back to normal. They didn't have that old dog, off-white glaze anymore. He looked like himself. I think that was the moment he came back to me. He was Sparky again. And he was ready to take on his disability. Tha...