In honor of Our Murphy

Two days before our cruise, we had to make the difficult decision that it was time to let go of our Murphy. The epilepsy that he'd been suffering with for the last two and a half years was getting the best of him. We'd had to increase the meds to control the grand mals and were now seeing liver damage in his test results. Each seizure lasted a bit longer and his recovery time was getting a lot longer (the last time was more than 2 hours of non stop pacing and barking). His rear legs were so weak that he stumbled up and down the stairs into and out of the house and often fell. My guardian dog, the one who was always at my back, had reached the point where the slightest stress caused mini seizures. The time had come.

Our home is a lot quieter now. I didn't realize that he made so much noise - panting, "talking", and always on the move making sure the house was secure when David wasn't here to take over the job for him. A dog like Murphy doesn't come along very often and we were blessed to spend the last seven years with him at our side. RIP Our Murphy.

Past posts about our Murphy.

Our Murphy

How King became a tri-pod