I come downstairs and hear lots of heavy breathing.Murphy is totally out, asleep, until she sees a light (yes, it is getting darker in the morning). But she has calmed down and slept at least.
Last night I tried to get her to lay down on her bed, and guided her by touching her hips. It's a part of growing old, I guess, that we all become so boney. Despite feeding her hamburger and other wonderful treats, she still is thin, boney, which may be good that she is not trying to carry weight...I don't know. It just made me, for a moment, feel sad.
Murphy's day.
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