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Wayward sometime while we redid the bathroom he began defecating in the hallway leading to the door through which we usually left the house
it was heartbreaking: 6 grand on its way to a contractor & I couldn’t write on top of that smell
if we could only get him to quit leaving loads there— but we couldn’t get him to stop
we tried pampering his anus with compresses a new diet & so forth but he kept forcing us to decide how much we wanted him
& we kept picking up shit & cleaning the floor with bleach & hoping maybe he’d change
3 weeks after the bathroom was done I lost hope
& then my wife did & then in his presence we talked about whether to return him to the agency & his facial
expression suggested he could hear & understand & with some regret we decided he’d stay
for days then he stopped excreting altogether &
finally we left to eat a rare dinner out
deciding maybe it all meant he wanted to leave us
then we returned home to the sight
of 2 gifts in his box
which proved that sometimes success arrives only after kindness is nearly exhausted
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