7 Years of Unbelievable Joy. An Eternity of Heartache

by Todd
(Littleton, CO, USA)

Murphy, you trotted into my life nearly seven years ago as I opened the garage door and Mommy gave you to me as a surprise. I had just sold my business and was ready to move on full-time with my artwork. My heart fell when I saw you, because I really wasn't ready for another dog, and thought you'd tie me down more than I wanted to be.

I had always wanted an English Bulldog and it only took a few days before I got over my selfishness and realized how sweet you were.

You were with me all but a week of your life. By my side 24/7. When I worked in my studio, you lay at my feet, licking my toes every now and again to remind my you were still there. When I went to bed you went with me. I'd rub your belly and scratch your ears before you went to sleep, I figure around 2500 times during your life. If you thought I wasn't done scratching you and I had started to go to sleep, you'd lick my eyes to get them back open. If that didn't work, you'd lick my ears.

You never once complained about... well, about anything. You never barked at anyone, you never begged to go outside. You waited until I was ready. You never left the yard, even though there were no fences to hold you back. You were the most loving, caring, sweetest dog the world has ever known.

You snored, farted, and drooled just like the true Bulldog I'd always dreamed of.

During our last walk you were tired (and I though you were just getting out of shape). You were lagging behind. I turned to tell you to "Hurry up." You tried so hard.... When you got to the door, you fell down and stopped breathing. I tried everything to bring you back. You were gone. You died trying to please me, and for that I'll will be sorry for the rest of my life.

You were and always will be my best friend. I love you, and I'm so sorry.

~Daddy