BDC
Born - 1992
Born - 1992
Passed into the sleep from which there is no awakening - 2007
For your service and loyalty you will be missed. Rest in Peace.
For your service and loyalty you will be missed. Rest in Peace.
I am so aggrieved to let it be known that my dear and faithful BDC passed away this morning just before 8 O'clock in Carlsbad, CA.
BDC served diligently and without complaint until the very last day of his life, enduring grueling hours of labor in excruciating heat and never uttering even a whimper of discontent. No, He was my loyal companion of 15 years, spending every morning (except vacations and Christmas) serving my needs. Never did he grouse when the winter days in my Colorado studio meant working all day to cheer and warm the frosted denizens of that altitudinous state seeking graphic contentment. Never did he complain when he was unplugged from his life force and boxed in the dark for yet another journey, ah how he trusted me, yes, he trusted me completely. Never, Never, Never did he shirk his responsibilities even in the face of my heartlessly commenting on his worn out state and pondering right there in front of him, the allure of others of his kind. Oh How shamed I am! Ohhhhhh.
We believed that he was suffering only from the ravages of time and an injured power cord, but alas, as I lifted him this morning to lovingly load him into the car to visit the esteemed electrical healer, Billiam, for the laying on of hands, his bottom detached with a wrenching sound, and his poor innards were exposed to this cruel world. What pain he must have felt, but at least it was swift. The official cause of death is Consumption.
For his good service I am thankful.
(BDC was his familiar name, his given name being Black and Decker Coffeemaker)
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I so get it. I felt the same way when my BDFP died - and they no longer make that model. I looked for my old friend on eBay but, alas, it wasn't to be. Some day I might get another food processor but until that day I will chop away myself.
I ALSO 'get it!' My BDD (drill)croaked last summer & it was my favorite tool! I got another one but it still doesn't FEEL the same. I get ATTACHED to my gadgets! I had a treadmill for over 10 years. It took my pounding for 1 hour a day 6 days a week all those years. Then, one morning it began to jerk and moan. Within a few weeks, despite my dosing it with oil, and talking lovingly to it, it threw me clear back against the wall one morning, then gasped a final treadmill breath. Sigh ... so I offer you my deepest sympathy. Be strong.
Awwww It was a wonderful eulogy, may it rest in peace. Thank you for the giggle.
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