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20 Jul 2007
I was cleaning out my archives and found an email someone had sent me November 16th, 2001. (Yes, I'm a packrat!) It's very sweet. Read on:

Lend Me a Pup

I will lend to you for awhile,
a pup, God said,
For you to love her while she lives
and mourn for her when she's dead.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years,
or maybe two or three
But will you, 'till I call her back,
take care of her for me?

She'll bring her charms to gladden you
and (should her stay be brief)
you'll always have her memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay,
since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught below
I want this pup to learn.

I've looked the whole world over
in search of teachers true
And from the folk that crowds life's land
I have chosen you.
Now will you give her all your love?
Not think the labor vain?
Nor hate me when I come to take,
my Pup back home again?

I fancied that I heard them say
"Dear Lord Thy Will be Done,
For all the joys this Pup will bring,
the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness
we'll love her while we may
And for the happiness we've known,
forever grateful stay.
But should you call her back
much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
and try to understand.
If, by our love, we've managed,
your wishes to achieve,
in memory of her we loved,
to help us while we grieve,
when our faithful bundle departs this world of strife,
We'll have yet another Pup and love her all her life."

-author unknown
17 Jul 2007
Thank you so much to everyone who reads these posts and hears what my heart is saying and sends a sweet note. How I miss my scruffy-lookin' guy!!

A few nights ago I had a dream about him that made me feel so good. In the dream my Murphy was a mature dog, but healthy. Near the end of the dream he mated with the young dog I currently have (which would have been impossible - he was neutered, she is spayed) and she gave birth to one perfect male puppy which we decided to keep and raise. I was so happy because I had the perfect little doggie family. Murphy seemed so proud of himself in my dream for creating that little puppy! I awoke with a happy feeling that lasted all day and into the next.

I told my co-worker about the dream a day or so later. She explained to me that when I dream of him and they are happy dreams, he is trying to tell me that everything is OK with him. He is enjoying himself, making puppies in heaven if that's possible!

But last night I had a sad dream of him; I need to ask my co-worker how she would interpret that? In the dream I went to put some left-overs in Murphy's dog dish but before I did, I saw there was uneaten food in his bowl already. Suddenly I felt this rush of utter sadness in remembering he was gone! I was crying in the dream and when I awoke I had tears on my cheek. Maybe he is trying to tell me to put his dog dish away? I have all his stuff in the kitchen like he's still with us. I don't really WANT to put the dish away, but it does cause me sadness when I walk past it in the kitchen.

Have any of you dreamt of your dear pet? What kind of dreams do you have?
26 Jun 2007
I needed somewhere to come and write about my dear 15 year old dog Murphy that I had to put down 3 days ago. It's not like his illness was a surprise. . . he had surgery in March of this year to remove a large tumor on his lower jaw along with 18 teeth. The vet said she knew she didn't get it all but we were waiting for the pathology report to find out if it was malignant or benign. The report came back malignant. The vet said it could be weeks, could be months, she couldn't really say how much time he had. After he recovered from surgery he was so happy and lively. You would have thought she took him back in a time machine to his younger days.

Then at the beginning of June, things changed rapidly. The tumor began growing again with a vengeance. When he barked, it sounded like he had a sock in his mouth, his voice was muffled. He was still eating but having trouble getting it down. And he seemed to make a lot of noise when he breathed. He drooled constantly and just did not look happy. On Friday night he coughed up some bloody tissue and I knew I just couldn't put him through any more. The next morning my husband helped me take him to the vet and we hugged and kissed him as he peacefully drifted away.

I'm pretty sure it was what needed to be done but I feel tremendous guilt for being the one to make that decision. I wish he could have told me what he wanted.

The pain of loss is an absolute physical pain; like someone kicked me in the belly! The first night was awful. I sensed a pressure on the mattress like he jumped up on the bed and when I awoke to pet him there was nothing there! Which brought a fresh round of sobbing.

My youngest daughter keeps telling me she hears his tags jingling and I told her I do too! Everything reminds me of him. I can't bear to put his dish away - it's still on the kitchen floor.

I had Murphy before my husband and my kids! It was just me and him in the beginning but he welcomed others into our world. Just the sweetest dog ever who only wanted to be loved. The kind of dog that followed you into every room, up and down the stairs, only asking to share some human companionship. I know I will never find a dog like that one again. He came from a pound and I didn't actually go there to get a dog. I accompanied someone else who was picking up a dog. Murphy squeezed through a hole in a fence and ran right up to me. When the dog warden said he was set to be euthanized the following Monday because he'd already been there one week longer than they kept dogs, I knew I had to take him home! They weren't sure how old he was, only that he was relatively young. That was 14 years, 1 week and 4 days ago. So the poor old guy was at least 15 years old we figure.

Thanks for listening, I wanted to talk about him.
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