Scott arrived home late last night, after 9. His children, their mother and stepfather were here to see Murphy. It was a very emotional time. Awkward for me, but she has been a huge part of all of their lives and I tried to handle it ok. Scott came home and was at least able to see Andrew and then he sat there, stroked that sweet girls's head and I almost had to force him to bed at 12:30 or so. We got up twice with Murphy during the night.
After I took Helen to school this morning, I went to the grocery store and bought Frosty Paws. I thought maybe Murphy would enjoy the cold treat since she had not been eating or drinking. She had no interest.
Scott, who was sitting beside Murphy, petting her and looking at her, and I talked again, then, and he said "what should we do?" and I told him he already knew my thoughts, Dr. Robinson's thoughts and I knew he knew what needed to happen. Then I called Patsy at Dr. Robinson's office and she said she was equipped and able to handle this if Scott was ready. He was not, very much still in doubt. I described to him what was happening in Murphy's body, dehydration, pain, etc. She was already shutting down. I doubt she would have lasted until Friday. I told him I simply could not let her suffer and I knew he didn't want to either. Shortly after that, my husband told me he was ready.
We put her in the Expedition, just like I did the other day and Scott rode on the seat beside her while I drove. It was quiet and neither one of us said a word. I just held his hand and he kept his other hand on Murphy. Patsy gave her that first injection that made her relax even more than she already was and left us with her for as long as we wanted.
Our Murphy departed for the bridge around 9:45 am. It was very peaceful and she had the two people she loved the most right beside her the entire time. As sad as I am, I feel a huge sense of relief that our girl is no longer suffering.
Our Murphy will be cremated, then we will bury her ashes in a special place in our yard. I plan to get a small stone engraved to signify this special girl's life.
My husband came home and washed her bowl and placed it in the windowsill. It will take me forever to not look for that girl leaning up against the entertainment center on her "big" bed.or have her dancing under my feet when she was ready to eat. I fell apart this morning when I was feeding the others and kept looking to see if she would show any interest, but she didn't.
Thank you all. I love you all so much. I loved that Lab girl so much too. I think I'm going to go bury my head in a Golden Retriever. Do you know that it was Honey's 7th birthday yesterday and I totally forgot? One of my friends, Debi, remembered, and wished Honey a Happy Birthday. We may delay our celebration a bit, but we will definitely do something eventually.
It's going to be a hard Christmas.
Logan
