PatricksMom Posted July 29, 2013 Share Posted July 29, 2013 (edited) Oh Murphy, When we went to meet you at your foster mom’s, you were so skinny. It turned out you had been living outside, uncared for, and unloved—nearly nine and no one other than your foster family had ever wanted you. I made it halfway around the yard before I told DH that you were my dog. We talked over your food, medical issues, signed the paperwork, put you in the car and brought you home. Boy were you home. I’ve never seen a dog that seemed so grateful, just to be inside and have a family and I was grateful to have a cuddle buddy who helped fill the gaping hole Patrick left in my heart. You discovered beds (although you preferred the carpet) and toys to destroy and tennis balls to catch and the farmer’s market M&G. When we went outside, you glued yourself to my side—I never risked it but I’m sure I could have walked you without your leash. You loved everyone you met—the ladies at the office, the people at the M&G, kids, old people, everyone. You even put up with your crazy brother Henry. The whole time we had you, you were sick. First finishing your hookworm treatment, then a UTI, and then finally your lymph nodes swelled. The vet thought it was an eye infection, and at first the antibiotics helped. But then the swelling came back, and you didn’t feel well. We took you to the oncologist, we couldn’t believe it when she said it was Lymphoma, that we probably only had a few months left. You were terrified of vets’ offices, you didn’t like the car and she was 1.5 hours away, so we made the decision to put you on steroids, take you home, and spoil you like mad. I promised you no more vets’ offices, and we kept that promise. It turns out, we had less than a month left. But it was a good month. A friend lent us his yard as much as we wanted, so we got to watch you run and catch tennis balls and lay down in the grass. We discovered the ice cream place made doggie sundays, we went to the farmers market and bought you toys that you destroyed in 5 minutes. And fed you chicken and chicken livers and endless treats. Mostly we loved you and loved you and loved you—a lifetime’s worth in a few months. Then the prednisone stopped working and the stronger steroid didn’t do anything. A few days later, you were in pain getting up and down and slowing down. We took you out for a cheeseburger for breakfast and to a pool party for lunch—you had a great time getting love from everyone and a little barbecue. In between we cuddled you until the vet came—not scary, not in a vet coat. Your passing wasn’t as peaceful as we would have liked, but you're not in pain anymore. All I can hope is that you forgot the past and remember being with us. Sweetie, we loved you so much, I only wish you had more time. Here’s my beautiful boy: Edited July 30, 2013 by PatricksMom Quote Beth, Petey (8 September 2018- ), and Faith (22 March 2019). Godspeed Patrick (28 April 1999 - 5 August 2012), Murphy (23 June 2004 - 27 July 2013), Leo (1 May 2009 - 27 January 2020), and Henry (10 August 2010 - 7 August 2020), you were loved more than you can know. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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