Mattering

One of the things I miss most about Murphy was the moment she raised her head when I came downstairs at 4:45 AM.  Most weekdays I am up early, and in making my way to the study I would walk by her bed.   She always raised her head, even if I tip-toed trying not to wake her.  

I think that is the great thing about dogs.  They let you know, in those subtle daily ways, that you matter to them.  And mattering to someone is vital, I think, to living.

On Thursday I received a call from the vet.  Murph's ashes were in.  While it was  hard to get her, I didn't want her sitting on some metal shelf, alone.  She matters to me.

Murphy's day.