Murphy. We've had him for 13 years now, and he was - best guess - 6 months old when we got him at the shelter. He's starting to be a good deal wobbly, we're pretty sure he's mostly deaf and mostly blind, and he spends most of his day sleeping very soundly on his comfy bed - mostly only leaving it for the prospect of food.
When he dreams and his legs are twitching like he's running across the lawn, I wonder if he's sad when he wakes up and realizes those days are past? I wonder if he remembers our other, older dog, who left us a few years ago? I wonder how we will all manage when it's his time to leave us?
But for now I went out just to get the mail this afternoon and he stirred himself to move to the entryway to await my return. Some ear rubs and some treats, and back to his comfy, cozy bed. My faithful pup.
