Ina’s box was a special part of our family.
I can remember the day the FedEx guy delivered it, full of diapers, toliet paper, and wipes. That day seems so long ago now.
After I emptied it, Ina immediately climbed inside, and from that moment on the box was her’s.
That box entertained Ina for hours, holding her most prized possessions.
It saved me during many an early meeting when I needed something to keep Ina busy for 10 minutes.
It helped to teach Ina her colors,
the difference between a mean and nice kitty cat,
and how to spell her name.
However, yesterday, the box went down a hero. I am sure that is the way the box would have wanted it. It was just that kind of box.
I will forever be grateful to the box for protecting our carpet from Ina’s bodily fluids and will forever regret the decision to not put a diaper on Ina when she was sick.
So this morning, as a drag it out to the curb (I’m truly sorry Mr. Trashman), I will have a moment of silence in remembrance of Ina’s box.