Murphy Chose Me

We rescued him when he was only 6 weeks old


The plan was to surprise my mom for Mother’s Day

Her dog had been gone over two years.

So I didn’t want to get attached, you know?

But......


Murphy chose me.


He constantly crawled into my lap...

Put his tiny paws on my chest

And looked up at me with his sweet, puppy eyes.

I’d put him down.

He’d crawl into my lap again.

Repeatedly.

Again...and again...

and AGAIN!


If you ask my kids…especially my son Jonathan…

Murphy is their dog.

But like I said...


Murphy chose me!!


He’s always slept close to me

Laid near me wherever I happen to be…

In the kitchen, at the computer, in the garden…

Doesn’t matter.

Cause I’m his “person”…he chose me




Murphy is getting pretty old now.

Going on 14…which means he’s in his 90’s

Very old for a larger breed.

His face is getting whiter

His hearing is not what it used to be

And

At times takes MAJOR effort to get up

when he’s been lying down.


Like yesterday.


His feeble legs were just NOT cooperating

And try as he might, they just didn’t want to lift him up.

BUT

I had walked into my study and sat down at the computer.


He HAD to respond to that urge inside…


He MUST be where I was!


I heard a strange noise and I looked......


There’s Murphy, on his belly......

Working his legs for all he’s worth

to pull him forward across the floor

To bring him to the object of his life-long obsession…

ME!


He couldn’t NOT keep going

The urge in the middle of his puppy-ness was too strong.

Despite the struggle.

Despite the pain.

Despite the obstacles in his way

(which in this case was our other dog, Jack)


He knew, that he knew, that he knew

that he BELONGED with me!



Good lesson.



Cathie
419-874-4410




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