Saturday, August 29, 2009
Sleeping with the Golden
This is what Murray and I used to do a lot -- sleep close to each other. If I lay too close to him he would walk away (how rude!), but if I kept just enough distance it would be OK. Here I'm in the chair and Murray is in the floor, so I'm not even sure if he knew I was there. But I knew he was there.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Tortie(tude) Solitude
It’s very quiet around the house now without Murray. It’s weird when both Frank and Dee Dee are gone and I’m home by myself. I mostly sleep, but sometimes I feel lonely. I get extra lovey and meow a lot when Dee Dee comes home. I don’t like it when she’s upstairs and I’m downstairs so I meow even more. I guess I’ll get used to it, but right now it’s strange.Monday, August 24, 2009
My Friend Murray
Today Frank and Dee Dee are sad. I am sad too. My friend Murray the golden retriever went away and he's not coming back. Dee Dee said that Murray had not been feeling well and at 13 he was a very old dog. I could tell he had not been his old self lately – he wouldn’t even move when I would roll near him and try to get him to play. He never would play with me, but he would always get up and move,
even if I barely batted his paw! Well, a couple times he growled and barked at me, but that was probably because I jumped on him and started batting him in the face. I never used my claws, but I guess I deserved the warning.
I’ll miss jumping out at him when he comes in from a walk, and I’ll miss swatting at him (no claws!) at he walks by. I’ll also miss the way he would follow me all around – or was it me who followed him? I don’t know, but it seemed we were often in the same place at the same time. One thing I won’t miss – when he would sometimes eat my food! I won’t even mention what he used to do in my litter box.
Murray was here when I first came home to live with Frank and Dee Dee. He was always nice to me, even if he seemed kind of nervous. Who’d be scared of a tortie? He sure had a loud bark and that scared me sometimes, but usually I’d ignore it.
I'm posting a picture of us on the very first day we met at PetSmart. Dee Dee took Murray in to meet me before she brought me home. You can see he looks a little crazy, but I thought he was OK. I don't know who the old man in the beard is. I will miss Murray. For a dog he was a good friend. I'm sending purrs his way.
even if I barely batted his paw! Well, a couple times he growled and barked at me, but that was probably because I jumped on him and started batting him in the face. I never used my claws, but I guess I deserved the warning.I’ll miss jumping out at him when he comes in from a walk, and I’ll miss swatting at him (no claws!) at he walks by. I’ll also miss the way he would follow me all around – or was it me who followed him? I don’t know, but it seemed we were often in the same place at the same time. One thing I won’t miss – when he would sometimes eat my food! I won’t even mention what he used to do in my litter box.
Murray was here when I first came home to live with Frank and Dee Dee. He was always nice to me, even if he seemed kind of nervous. Who’d be scared of a tortie? He sure had a loud bark and that scared me sometimes, but usually I’d ignore it.
I'm posting a picture of us on the very first day we met at PetSmart. Dee Dee took Murray in to meet me before she brought me home. You can see he looks a little crazy, but I thought he was OK. I don't know who the old man in the beard is. I will miss Murray. For a dog he was a good friend. I'm sending purrs his way.
