A Personal Story About My Long Road to Aquasana
Healthy water is so important, and making sure you serve and store your water in appropriate containers is equally as important. I'd like to share a personal story, which started me on the long road to Aquasana, and is one of the reasons why I love working for Aquasana.
I used to have a dog, a beagle named Grommit. He was extremely well behaved and sweet and loyal, and he was my life. On February 13, 2009, he started to act sick. I took him to the vet, who told me (after an initial mis-diagnosis) that he had cancer and a large tumor in his belly.
As both a responsible owner and terrified dog parent, I did everything I could to save his life, but the strain was too much for my poor beagle and he died, at 4:44 pm on Monday, February 23, 2009. It took ten hideous days for my poor, sweet dog to die, and it's taken almost two years for me to recover from the tragedy.
Now, it's difficult to tell exactly how dogs get cancer, but there was one thing that just stuck in my head. For years, I had been giving Grommit water in one of those plastic jug water dishes, where you fill a jug with 2-3 gallons of water and it slowly filters down into the plastic reservoir over the space of a week or so before you have to refill the jug. Truth to tell, I hated the thing, and preferred to serve Grommit water in a lovely ceramic dish he'd had since he was a puppy. But I was a full-time student working a lot of hours to put myself through school, and time was of the essence. And Grommit drank a lot of water! So when my husband pushed the issue (he did not like refilling the bowl, and the jug solution was cheap and easy), I gave in and we got the plastic jug.
Grommit hated the plastic dish, too, and would occasionally turn his nose up at it completely. He'd willingly drink out of the ceramic dish, or go outside and lick the grass and puddles on the porch rather than drink out of the reservoir. Smart dog!
The chemicals that leach out of plastic can be carcinogenic, and I am sure that the jug and reservoir contained BPA. For a long time after Grommit's death, I blamed myself for giving in and getting the jug, thinking that my cheapness and inattention helped me make a quick decision that led ultimately to Grommit developing cancer and dying. The doubt and remorse I felt crippled me for months, and I shut down almost completely.
And what does this have to do with anything? I hate plastic. I do use it, to my continuing shame, but try my best to eradicate it where possible from my life. I use a water filter and bottle my water in glass bottles. I have canvas shopping bags. I use glass storage dishes in my kitchen. I do what I can to avoid plastic as much as I can. It doesn't bring Grommit back, nor does it particularly ease my heart about my past decisions, but it helps me feel like I am doing one small thing right for my future.