"Thank you," she said, smiling proudly as she ran a hand along his sleeves. They were slightly long on him, and in general it fit him rather loosely, but it didn't look too bad.
"There," she said. She moved to gather up the clothes she'd removed from him.
She paused, reaching to pick something from the seat of the wheelchair she had not noticed before.
"How did this get here?" she asked, smiling fondly as she picked up her old dog. He looked worn, not as pristine as she remembered, but it was still him.