I’m sad. My sister had to have her long time companion feline Murphy put to sleep tonight. Murphy was a special girl and had a wonderful, love-filled life with Lisa and she was a sweetie bug whenever we visited. She (according to her mother) liked watching football and listening to music. And while I never watched football with her (I’m the changeling of my family and don’t enjoy sports), I can vouch for Murphy’s interest in music. It’s like Mouche and Bug Bear’s fascination with the television; wide eyed, erect-eared attention (although I never saw Murphy attack the CD player the way my kids go after the images on the television).
It’s never easy, losing a companion animal. Dave and I lost Haggis, our eight month old cat, and Boska, my 16 year old dog. I shared custody of her with Brian and she was with him when it was her time to go. Whether they’re too young to go or have reached the full span of their life cycle, it hurts those of us they leave behind, especially the first time you forget they’re gone and turn to greet them in their favorite spot…and they’re not there. And never will be again.
But…no matter how painful it is to deal with the loss, it still can’t stand up against the sheer joy animals add to our lives. I would not have missed a second of Haggis’s loving personality o matter how devastated I was when he died.
But it still hurts. I will miss Murphy almost as much as my own babies. She was a very special girl and I’m proud to have been her aunt.