After a few months they could be seen cuddling together in Murphy's favorite spot- the window box. Everyone would joke that Murphy just didn't realize that Boo was there, but he knew. They had become buddies.
Boo, like the rest of my family, was so sad when Murphy died. He would roam around the house looking for him, but he was still only 2 years old. I thought he would eventually forget..
A long time later when Boo and I were getting ready to go to sleep he walked to the edge of my bed and let out a long sad howl. Something he'd never done before and hasn't done since. I really think he was missing his friend.
Boo's ears still perk up at the sound of Murphy's name. <3