Yesterday we said goodbye to an old friend. It was a sad, sad day. It really was. We took our beloved loveseat to the dump. I didn't think it would bother me, but it did. Rick pulled it from the van and it slammed down in the mud. He piled it on top of some other junk. I stood there looking at it and I couldn't help but feel sad. Rick & I bought this loveseat in 1986 when we moved into our very first apartment. I think we bought it at Levitz and it came with a matching sofa. Sadly, the sofa was in worse shape and we lost it a few years back. However, the loveseat was still decent, so it made the move with us from California to Montana in 2006. We put it in the boy's playroom and they got a lot of use out of it while watching movies and playing video games. As we drove away, with it's little arm splattered in mud and getting rained on, I realized how attached to things I get. It's just a loveseat, but it was special. It was one of the first things Rick & I bought as a couple. It had a good life. And after being with us for 22 years, we had to say goodbye and part ways. I would like to think it went to the Great Loveseat Heaven in the Sky, but heck, this is Montana. It's probably already found a new home and has forgotten all about how we so carelessly dumped it in the mud and abandoned it in the rain.
Goodbye old friend -- you served us well and will be missed! :'-(