Thinking About Murphy

As we enter into Spring, I have begun thinking about Murphy more often than usual.  Like Sage and Annie, Murphy loved just laying out in the sun.  Dare I say, cat-like?  I think the warmth of the sun would just penetrate her body, warming all the bones.

Another Spring tradition, March Madness was something that Murphy knew how to endure: my yelling, my head in my hands, my whimpering as my brackets ended up in smoke.  Sage ignores the whole thing, and Annie is just beginning to learn how to stay away from me when I watch the games.

I miss my Murph.

Murphy's Day.