He had no health insurance. Too outrageously expensive.
The groans. So loud. And agonizing.
I hate to admit it, but sometimes I would close the door so I didn't have to listen.
He was so young. He had just turned 5.
That's 45 in washing machine years.
We did what we could to help with his pain. When the wails became loud, about a year ago, we lightened his load. Medium. Then small.
By the end he could barely handle a gentle load.
He still howled.
After a few dozen gentle loads, paralysis set in. We declared him brain dead at 9:21 PM on Thursday, June 21, 2018.
Dave was the one who ultimately pulled the plug. I couldn't do it.
It was heartbreaking.
Now we have just our memories to help us get over the loss. Actually, I believe that you never get over a loss. You get through it.
Thank God we have so many good memories.
He was quite the trickster in his youth.
Like the time he dyed my clothes pink. (I shouldn't have yelled at him.)
And when he would hide socks. LOL. I never thanked him for inspiring me to develop the world famous Nerdling Orphan Sock Prevention Program..
I miss him.
A new one is being delivered on Monday. We've decided to try a front load washer this time, in hopes that she will live past 45. (In washing machine years.)
As I was checking out of the Lowe's adoption agency yesterday, the clerk asked me if I would like to purchase health insurance. I asked how much it would cost.
$119.97 for 5 years??????!!!!!!!!!
Nah. Too outrageously expensive.
Hope she has better genes than her deceased siblings.