Murphy

My heart is breaking, but I know it was time, and Murph did too. I called my friend Sonia, who is Murph's second Mom, so were both there with him. We stayed as he went to sleep, gave him hugs and kisses, and told him how much he was loved. It was as hard as I imagined it would be, and worse. But, I know it was the right decision.

Murphy told Sonia and I he was okay, and it was time. There was a window in the room, and it was open, and the sun was out and there grass to see. He jumped up there a couple times, and the last time he did, I could see he was okay, and that he looked more like the old Murph. Sonia and I both noticed it, and knew he was okay and was ready.

Murphy has this toy, kind of like a stuffed sock, that's he had since he was a kitten. I amazed it's still here after all the moves, but it is. It's 17 years old, very ragged, stuffing coming out, but it's here, and is a part of him. I have it on my lap as I type, and have put it to my cheek.

I'm having a hard time comprehending that he's not "physically" here, that I'm alone in my house. This will be the greiving process I guess.

Murphy, I MISS YOU SO MUCH, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, I wish you didn't have to leave me, but understand it's how the universe works...and that I will see you again one day.

I had no idea that I would shed a tear over the love of your beloved friend. I'm so sorry. I lost of cat of 17 years a number of years ago, and it isn't easy to do so. Here is a poem to Murphy, a paraphrase from Alfred Lord Tennyson.

MURPHY: 1991-2008

God gives us love. Some cat to love
He give us. But when love is grown
to ripeness, that on which it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone.

Sleep sweetly, tender heart in peace!
Sleep, dear Murphy, blessed soul
While the stars burn, the moons increase
And the great ages onward roll.

Sleep 'till the end, true soul and sure!
Nothing comes to thee new or strange
Sleep full of rest from head to paw
Lie still, 'till ere we meet again!