Murray has had his picture here many times over the years.
We took Murray to the Vet today for the final time. He had been having
arthritis problems for the last few years, but lately it had progressed
rapidly, and he fell more than he walked. He always slept in bed with
us, but two years ago he began to be unable to jump in bed, and that's
when we knew he had a problem.
We tried drugs, injections, and even some exercises, but nothing worked.
The last few weeks he's rarely moved except when we got him up to go
outside.
He spent 17 years with us, saw our kids finish college and begin to have
kids of their own. He loved it when our grand kids came over. Someone
to play chase the ball with.
He kept my wife company and protected her when the I was working late
hours. He gave some life back to Daisy, the dog we had when we got
Murray. I think he gave her another year of life just by annoying the
shit out of her.
When I had a rough day, he would come and sit by me on the couch and lay
tightly against me with his head in my lap. No demands, just his
presence.
During the family cook outs and get togethers, he mingled with everyone.
He had no favorites (except the wife and I) Everybody got attention.
He got a great big cheeseburger last night, and some cheesy fries (his
favorite) this morning. And I placed him in bed between the wife and I
for one final night's sleep.
We have three other dogs, and we love them all, and couldn't see not
having them around, but Murray was the perfect dog, and we're going to
miss him terribly.
We'll miss you Murray. You'll never be replaced.
Much younger.
Halloween a few years ago.
Playing in the snow.
Last year. Looking old.
Early this morning. Sleeping under my feet while I surfed Arfcom. He was never more than a few feet from my wife or I.
Eating his cheeseburger last night.
Watching TV with us last night.
My wife and I giving him some love this afternoon, before we took him to the Vet.
Savannah, Jasmine and Roxie (in the chair) had to get in their goodbyes also.