A Lost Feather

I miss my Murphy. I was looking through puppy photos of Boo when I came across this one of the two of them. When I first brought Boo home Murphy was 13 years old. We were a little nervous that they would hate each other- Boo a hyper tiny monster and Murphy a sleepy old man. Boo adored Murphy from day one, but it wasn't love at first sight for Murph.. I'm fairly certain that he once tried to frame Boo. Peed in a corner near where Boo was standing when he thought no one was looking and just snuck away.. he figured everyone would assume the untrained puppy did it.

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