Then I stood up, headed for the door, moving slowly, leaning on my cane.

The bent old man leaned on his cane in front of the table.

With those words, he turned and shuffled off, leaning on his cane.

The little gray mouse woman was still waiting, leaning on her cane.

The woman glanced behind them at the man leaning heavily on his walking cane.

The man leaned on his cane and looked at them all.

We left then, me walking carefully and leaning on my cane.

I followed her, leaning on my cane and carrying the dish of baby food.

She stood there, leaning on her cane, waiting for the next express.

She leaned on her cane and pushed herself to a standing position.