I didn't realize that shopping for a dishwasher would lead my brain down memory lane. I spend an hour searching for something low cost but efficient and end up spending two hours thinking about my childhood and washing dishes in our yellow kitchen. Or maybe it was the dinning room that had yellow wallpaper with white flowers.
That wallpaper is gone now. The white flowers turned black and then vanished when my parents home burst into flames. I wasn't there for my parents when it happened and even to this day I feel guilty about that. My Mom burnt her hands trying to save her prized birds. My little Sister made it out but was devastated when she realized her cat flower didn't make it. My younger brother Dan ended up breaking his fist because he was so upset about the fire he punched the car. Most of the things in the back yard was destroyed. Mom had 2 cocker spaniels in the back yard that never made it.
I think about the lost pets in my parents house fire and I feel sick. And sadly, its not about losing those pets, it's about the thought of losing my dog Moo. She is my baby. A lot of people don't realize that for someone who was not blessed with a child and who has so much love to give, a pet becomes a part of your family. Moo isn't just a dog to me. She is my baby.
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