Subdued

It's not a word I thought I would ever use with Sage.  Subdued.  But she is.  While she has been doing her mad dogs and giving me moony eyes for chewies, she is subdued.  

I downloaded some pictures from the weekend and forgotten I had taken these, maybe a week ago, 24 hours after Murphy died.  Usually Sage ate her evening chew on Murphy's bed.  But she just took the chew over, stood on the very edge, smelling, then chewing, then smelling.  

It's been a week.  And I feel we are both subdued.

Murphy's day.