Daily Prompt: If your furniture, appliances, and other inanimate objects at home had feelings and emotions, to which item would you owe the biggest apology?
(Thanks for suggestion a similar prompt, zaji!)
I used to have a beautiful 85-pound laborador retriever. He was 16 years old when he died. He could barely walk or move. He couldn’t climb stairs, and he was incontinent. For three of his last years he shit and peed all over the house and his bed. We’d scrub the bed and occasionally I took the cover off and washed it. It still stunk. I threw covers over it, but the covers got soiled and still leaked onto the bed. We finally went to Bed Bath and Beyond and bought a single-bed mattress and a plastic zip-up sleeve to put it in. The dog bed and some pillows were still piled on top to give him some softness.
When he died, we picked up the dog bed and, holding it out with wrinkled noses, banned it to the garage to be taken to the dump. It’s been a year now and I think it’s still in the garage waiting to be hauled away. Chances are if we take it now we’ll find half-a-dozen mice litters inside.