January 2011. My father had had a collapse.
The medics got me on the phone. “He’s in bad shape, ma’am. Looks like he’s been sitting in this chair for a week. Barely eating. Dehydrated. We’re taking him to North Florida Regional.”
“He says his bottom hurts.” I said.
“Ma’am, he’s been using the chair as his toilet.”
Holy god, I thought. He’s not impacted. He’s falling apart.
The poodle was yipping and yapping in the background.
“I’m on my way,” I said. “I have to get a flight from South America. I’ll be there … as soon as I can.”
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