Remembering how a little over a year and a half ago how I felt when Gertie died of a heart attack, I excused myself from the customers and went back to the storage aisle while she talked about her dog, a standard sized poodle. And I thought about the weather. Yesterday was a dreary, rainy day here in Central Pa. And I felt so bad for that poor woman who had just lost one her best friends. And about having to dig a grave for that friend on such a terrible day.
We love our pets. The loss of one can be heart rending. Standing in front of our storage containers yesterday, giving dimensions over the phone, I had to pause and wipe a couple tears from my eyes because her grief had managed to crack open my heart.