January 7, 2020 – December 29, 2022
My sweet boy, Murphy, died peacefully in his sleep last night. He was a tiny dog with special needs—fragile in many ways and mighty in others. No one could have predicted how long Murphy would live. However long, it would have not been enough. He was well loved and loving, filling our home with his tiny presence during his all too brief life.
Murphy was a one person dog, and I was his person. He was my constant companion, logging many steps following me around the house every day, never letting me out of his sight. He was a snuggler. When he wasn’t following me, he was either in my lap or sleeping with his tiny head tucked in the crook of my neck.
He was a purebred Yorkshire Terrier. His official name was Tweedsmuir Murphy’s Law Hoye. To me, he was Buddy, Sweet Boy, Little Man, Murph. Murphy. We will miss him so.
My heart is broken this morning.