It is hard to forget that you have Multiple Sclerosis. Movement is difficult, and simply walking from here to there takes monumental effort. Going out is a chore, staying in a bore, and trying to find happiness elusive. But give a girl a green caterpillar and a caterpillar eating Wilson and things don't seem so bad after all, if only for a little while. The beauty of it is, as far as Mr. Wilson is concerned, there is no such thing as a little while, there is only now, and right now there is no such thing as Multiple Sclerosis either! And when Cheryl plays with him everything is just the way it is supposed to be. For everybody. The joy that our dog has brought into our lives is truly astonishing.