💚Here’s To Six Years Together💚

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What are the defining characteristics of a best friend?

Murph is by my side, inside our home or outside as much as possible. If I need to cuddle, so does he. If he must settle at a window view when he’d rather be outdoors with me, he patiently accepts. I can go on and on about his sweetness, and I believe he is aware of much of me. Truthfully, I believe he is self-aware as well (he and his sister, Copper). It seems we often “read each other’s minds.”

My Murph was in my embrace the night my mom died: Lizards Are A Girl’s Best Friend!

Murph and Dad’s photo were taken hours before Dad was ready for his soul to travel.

Murph slept with me in the hospital bed that my dad died on. It was the first night that my precious Dad was no longer in my life. Never ready for that. I would have cared for him until it killed me. He would do the same. Maybe he left before it did, but I wouldn’t have agreed to it.

This hospital bed was owned by the hospice care team, and they were quick to retrieve it the following day. I suppose families often need the bed away for emotional reasons. These beds that raise and lower for caring needs are only loaned. I didn’t want to wonder how many individuals have died on that one.

I am grateful to be here still with Murph. No one will love him the way that I do, and sometimes I think he likes my high-pitched squeal that he hears from me. It just happens, it’s a side effect of my witnessing his emense cuteness. Nothing I can do. He is very aware that I see him adorable.

Look at this gorgeous being! I adore every skin scale.

Beautiful inside, beautiful outside, and his spirit shines through his exterior.

My sweet friend.

“Give me Lizardry or give me Death! – ❤️ Dawn