Had a horrible night. Woke up at 2:30 with an ache in the pit of my stomach and could not go back to sleep. Just kept worrying about the White Lion. Got up around 7 o'clock when someone opened the gate so Yuma and I could take a walk outside our prison walls.
It wasn't long after 8 while I was having breakfast, Anthony came out and put 27 quarts of oil and a new oil filter on. Time to wake up the Lion, but he just wouldn't.😰 Soon, Steve came around and he sprayed ether into the intake and it finally turned over with a huge amount of stinky smoke.
Then the White Lion just died.😭😭 I actually cried. I have become quite attached the White Lion and it's like losing a friend. It was my greatest fear, not the expense, not the inconvenience, but the personal loss.
Tomorrow, I will be able to see and think more clearly and move on to what needs to transpire next, but not today.
|1-26-2020 RIP 3-23-2022|