Back in 1989, I went to a pet store. I saw a Maltese puppy, laying there, sick and lifeless. I had to buy him, just to get him some help. He apparently had kennel cough and phenomena. He did recover, and from there, he was glued to my heart. The first year that I had my new best friend, I had gotten married, had a baby and sadly, lost my mom. That year was a blur, but my dear Murfy comforted me.
For the last 13+ years, Murfy has been there for me in more then one way. I couldn’t work full time, I didn’t go on many vacations, because so many hotels would think “dogs” aren’t welcomed!!! He slept with me every night. The both of us couldn’t sleep unless we were touching each other. He would either stretch his little paw over to me to make sure I was still there, or I would wake up through the night making sure he didn’t fall off, if I didn’t feel him.
December of 2002, 1 week before Christmas, my vet said he had kidney failure, and I needed to put him down. Before Christmas. NO WAY. He had some life left in him. It wasn’t until March 6th when he hadn’t had nothing to eat for 6 days straight. I prayed he would go in his sleep with his paw touching me. Even then, when he could barely breath, every 15 minutes, he would do all that he could to lift his head up to look to make sure I was right there, so that he could lay comfortably again. I told him it was ok now to go. (but it wasn’t, for me) I know then, it was the time I had been dreading for 13 years. Time to say good bye.
Unless you love your animal the way that we should, you can’t understand the deep hurt and loss that my
four legged friend gave me. God, please let my baby Murfy be my guarding angel, so I can feel his presents
of a warm paw on me while I sleep.
Murfy, I am so sorry I had to cremate your beautiful little body,
but I needed to bring you eve
| Murfy |
| Julie Stauber |