Murphy

June 13, 2008 - May 3, 2022

“If dogs know about death, it might show in how they act.” Alexandra Horowitz.

Oh, my sweet boy. I expected this day would come but knowing it didn’t do much to ease the pain of my loss. I know every decent person would feel the same, but I could fill a book telling stories about your many escapades and quirks. Waking me up with “kisses” each morning wasn’t enough, you also managed to wag your tail so it opened and closed the curtains and blasted sunshine in the room, giving me no choice but to get out of bed. Ever gentle and kind yet so playful, you were the perfect companion to little Rudy. Call it a breed thing but somehow you held on to your puppy like traits until the day you died. You connected me to my neighbourhood and the people in it, whether it was someone you saw everyday or a runner who passed by on our walks you greeted everyone enthusiastically and always seemed to be smiling! I’ll miss people calling out “we love your dogs” or “hey, look! It’s a big dog and a little dog!” Because of COVID you experienced dog beaches and hiking in your senior years and could not contain your excitement when THE backpack came out, smelling I’m sure of our last adventure together. You rallied valiantly to the end, having a good wrestle with Rudy and protecting the yard from the vet that would put you to rest.

Sweet Murphy you were the best good boy and I will miss you so much. XO