What's in a Name

Sage.  She really is her name: wise, smart, all seeing.  The past few months she has given me room to grieve and hurt, but also been close by.  Just like when Murphy died.  I think Sage has grown into her name.

Annie?  Annie Oakley?  Well, from the moment she exploded out of her crate at Sea-Tac, that name has fit her.  Wild, crazy, willing to try anything.

It's funny, because I named them both without really spending anytime with them!

I remember meeting Murphy, picking her up out of the weaning pen.  She was 4 weeks old.  And I asked her:  "Are you a Murphy?"  She put her little head on my shoulder.  And Murphy also lived up to her name.

Murphy's Day.