On Thursday, our heat went out, and we were informed that we would have to purchase a new unit. Unfortunately, the new unit could not be installed until Friday afternoon, and Thursday night it was supposed to get down to about 12 degrees. So, we packed our bags and went to spend the night with Jonathan, Amy, Ella, and Jude. In the chaos of packing everything that we would need for the boys and for me to get ready for work on Friday, we forgot one very important thing- Red. Phillip went up to the house Friday morning to get a few other things that we had forgotten, and when he came back down to the Griffins he said, "I don't think Red is going to make it." He was right because this morning (Saturday) Red had bit the bullet. I told Lofton that we had forgotten poor Red and that he had gotten too cold and sick. Lofton said, "Yeah, he's dead." So, since he was taking it so great, I asked him if he wanted to flush him so he could be with his momma and daddy. Lofton said, "Sure!" He thought it was great, but on the way to the bathroom, he said, "Oh, Red! You are my sweetheart." But, the sympathy did not last long because he could not wait to flush him, and as soon as Red went down Lofton said, "Now we gotta get a new one!"
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Poor Red. I can imagine you were also not to disappointed.
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