Murphy lived in the basement of our apartment building. He spent his lazy days hanging out in the courtyard garden, and he loved to visit with people while they were doing their laundry. I noticed last year that he really started to look old and it was breaking my heart. His eyes were smoky and his fur was greasy and separated. Murphy’s personality changed as he started to lose his vision and hearing. He didn’t come when called and his howl-moans increased in volume and frequency.
He came to visit me while I was doing laundry last weekend. I told him I didn’t have time to give lots of pets because of the long list of things I had to get done before the baby’s arrival. I told him I’d catch up with him next time. I’m really sad I didn’t spend a few more minutes with him while I had the chance.
