Today we had to help one hell of a good reading companion cross the rainbow bridge. Luckily we had assistance from the wonderful people at The Cat Doctor and it was a peaceful and tearful final journey. Murphy was a fighter who beat cancer and used every one of his nine lives before he left this world behind. We were blessed that he chose us. Always charming, sometimes funny, and amazingly quiet with the softest fur, Murphy made even crummy days better. He would often sit like this on the porch with me as I wrote book reviews enjoying the sunshine in one of his shirts that he truly enjoyed wearing. Murphy was a very tolerant cat and usually enjoyed visitors much more than Moon who would disappear before quests even arrived. When we adopted a big dog, Murphy somehow let it be known that he was the boss of the house without any screaming, fur fluffing, or fisticuffs. He was not a big cat and the dogs had the physical upper hand, but neither Jake nor Axle ever tried to overrun Murphy’s authority. Much respect to the quiet little boss of the house. He will live on forever in our hearts.

Murphy with his watchdog, Axle, enjoying the outdoors

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