Pet-Peeves: She hated fireworks and thunder, and the big black neighbor cat that would taunt her.
Favorite Toy: Any lambs-wool toy that squeaks - she would hold it in her mouth, until we acknowledged it, when I came home - it was her special 'greeting'.
Favorite Food: Ice cubes; the bones, skin, and juice of canned salmon; and crunchy vegetables
Favorite Walk: She would walk through the wildflowers along the edge of the back yard - my Baby is buried there now.
Best Tricks: Murphy wasn't very skilled in the trick department, but she tried - she just got so excited...
Arrival Story: Murphy was adopted from the Humane Society. I wanted a boy dog because I grew up with one (Sam). But Murphy charmed my son, who was the one who had the final say. When she got home, she was really feisty, so we named her Murphy, after the then-popular Murphy Brown (...who?).
Bio: My Little Girl died August 7, 2006. She developed congestive heart failure, and it worsened quickly. I made one of the hardest decisions of my life and let her go. I cradled her in my arms when she died, and whispered to her, "Mommy's here, don't be afraid". We buried her among the flowers where she liked to wander. I've come to realize that Murphy was an extension of me, she was truly a part of me, and I depended on her just to be there - for emotional support. I like to think that the angels are enjoying her company now, and playing with her... and that she has an endless supply of ice cubes.
Murphy liked to sit on the couch in front of the window and watch the world (and the neighbor cat) go by. She would bark wildly when anyone came to the door (wow, I guess I need a doorbell now). She was usually nervous around new people, but would eventually calm down. But one time, I left her at the vet's while I went on vacation, and she shook so much that she was kept up at the front desk and was given Valium. I decided to never do that again.
She was sweet and silly and loving, and had an independent streak (which I loved). Oh, and by the way, she put her head in the popcorn bag herself (see photos) -- I didn't do it to her!
I miss you so much. You were part of my life every day for 12 years. You were my sister, my baby girl, my companion, my ally. I really did look at you and see strength and intelligence (I could see it), and of course, that beloved silliness. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your lifetime of unconditional love for me.
(The photo was taken the day before Murphy died. She was weak, but I believe she knew what was coming; and she used all her strength to wander a little bit of the back yard one last time.)