I've also been told I have little tact, so if this offends you simply ride on.

Sunday, May 7, 2017

A crack in the heart

Yesterday, as I was selling some carpet to some customers, I heard a page over the loudspeaker regarding a phone call for the flooring department that was on hold.  I said, "excuse me," to the customers and picked up the phone.  A woman's voice on the other end of the line asked me how big was our largest storage container.  I told her we carry we have some very large containers, up to 55 gallons and asked her what she was using it for.  There was a pause, and she started to cry, and said "my dog just died and I need to bury him."
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.


  1. :( furkids do leave such a void when they cross the rainbow bridge.

  2. It's the hardest thing ever, losing that unconditional love.

    1. By far, the worst thing I've had to deal with.

  3. Thank you for showing her compassion at such a hard moment for her.