Recently I was contacted by a lady who wanted me to sell her house. This lady had lived in the same house for over 50 years. The home held great sentimental value to her as she and her husband had bought the home when their only child was just a few months old. There had been years of birthday parties, Thanksgivings and Christmases in the home for them as a family and later when the grandchildren and great grandchild had joined the family. So, after much thought and many tears she knew it was time to move closer to her daughter.
This was such a neat well loved older home that we had absolutely no problem finding a buyer right away. We actually had our first offer on the house within 24 hours of the listing agreement being signed. Overall, it took about 10 days to get a solid contract on the home.
Plans were made for a big yard sale and movers were hired to finish the packing on the day of closing. The closing went like clockwork. The movers were finishing up at the house. The keys were dropped off at my office to be delivered to the proud new owner and my client was on her way to a new life in a new city with family just a few blocks away. We had hugged goodbye, made sure that every thing was wrapped up when my clients daughter came back into the office. She was tired after a day of packing and emotional because this had been her home as well. It didn’t help that we were having an unseasonable heat wave and the temperature outside was over 100 degrees. But when she walked into my office I knew immediately that something wasn’t right. She said as she was pulling onto the highway her mother had suddenly called out “Oh No! We’ve forgotten Cricket!” From the look on my face the daughter realized more explanation was needed.She told me that several years ago after her father had passed away the family had suggested her mother get a dog for company. This was Cricket. Cricket had been her mother’s constant companion for many years until he’d passed away. She had Cricket cremated and buried near the back steps of the house. One of the conditions of her making the move had been that Cricket would go with her when she moved.
It had been such a whirlwind getting her home sold and making arrangements for her new home that she’d almost left town with out Cricket.
I asked them to go back over to the house and wait there for me. Without hesitation I jumped into my truck, went to my house, retrieved the right tools for the job and headed over to meet them. Within a few minutes “Cricket” was put into the car to make the 4 hour drive to his new home along with my client.
Although it was well over 100 degrees and the ground was hard as cement it would have broken my heart to see my client leave here without her cherished companion.
While someone was leaving a well loved home filled with memories another person was moving in to make memories of their own.
I love my job!
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