I am soul sick. A little less than a week ago my hubby was loading a huge black comforter into our dryer and, unseen to him, our Luke (he had just turned one) hopped in under the blanket. Hubby didn’t think anything as he had not seen Luke around, in general, at that time; he had no clue what had happened under his line of vision.
We heard a thumping and the dryer had shifted but that happened a lot especially with wet comforters. They tend to ball up in my dryer - so we didn’t think anything. I even shifted it back into place. good lord i shifted it back into place!!
I can’t get my head around this. Hubby found him and kept saying “the cat didn’t make it... I’m sorry.. dryer”. Hubby is an Iraq Vet, he’s seen some real horrors... this broke him.
I refuse to blame anyone because we could all drown in the guilt. I can only pray he went fast, though i am so terrified and haunted knowing he probably did not. What was he thinking? Was he waiting for me to save him? I had just laid down for a nap as I’m recovering from hysterectomy. I haven’t really been able to sleep since.
I want to scream but there’s no where to do this without the cops getting called. I want to send my sympathy to all of you who’ve had this, or any type of pet loss, happen.
Always load at eye level. #lookout4luke
