The end of an era:
The Sanitation Dept. has picked up the old green ottoman that was Justice’s “boat” when she was wee. I tried, but, unfortunately, after the cat peed all over it (more than once, while we were out of town) it was not salvageable.
I know, it’s just stuff, but it was hard to see it go. I happened to be in the parlour when the truck came, so I saw them load it. I’ll admit, I got a little misty-eyed. With her off living in a dorm for the rest of the summer, it was a sad to see a relic of her early childhood carted off to the landfill.
When she was little, Justice went on many adventures, far and wide, on her trusty boat, without leaving the comfort of her home. Sometimes, she would “drop anchor” and just lie on her back, “basking in the sun.” Other times, she’d sit and “fish,” or row off to some far-away island. No matter where she roamed, she was always home in time for dinner.
It was just one part of a three-piece furniture set we bought used from a colleague of Shane’s when we first moved to Los Angeles, but, for little Justice, it was so much more. It was a good little boat, and it served her well.