12 years, not bad! Glad you found it when you did.
We weren’t so lucky a year ago when a jackrabbit made a very bad choice to check out our black valve while we were traveling at speed on a highway in the middle of Nowhere, AZ. Dump valve smashed and inoperative. Jackrabbit same. Black tank was full and toilet therefore inoperative. Found a sketchy RV repair place the next morning, conveniently also in Nowhere. Went for breakfast and when we came back we had new valves and a very surly RV mechanic. He explained that the valve had to be cut off because of...reasons. And then of course...full black tank. I did warn him. It wasn’t a surprise. Or shouldn’t have been. I thanked him profusely and gave him a generous tip, super, super grateful that I could pay him to do that particular job and not have to do it myself. Yuck 🤢
I must be getting “older”. I’m telling stories. Ok, where’s my chair in the porch?