I even used my foot, not to kick it, but to get it moving. It refused to leave.
I developed a grudging respect for him. I got him food and water and named him Church, like in that movie Pet Sematary.
But last night when I went outside, Church looked up at me, then ran away like something was after him. I haven't seen him since.
Now I'm wondering...what did Church see? What's living with me here?