So, today is a year since we lost Murphy. I still think about her every day, but usually with a smile instead of a tear. I’ve finally quit catching glimpses of her out of the corner of my eye or hearing her thumpy-foot down the hall, but sometimes it’s still hard. Especially at bed time and first thing in the morning. She loved to be a snuggle dog first thing. She’d roll around, tuck herself up under your chin, nudge you for ear scratching – she was a good girl.
But it’s a good day too. Why? Because it’s MG’s birthday. Happy Birthday my friend.