Murphy is officially FIFTEEN today! It was touch and go for a while there, but he's made it to this landmark birthday, and as I've said, he's still feeling pretty good and is definitely content with his life.
I've had Murphy since he was an itty bitty hamster-sized 12 week old puppy. He's a part of my world, more than a pet, almost a...roommate? Hard to describe the role this dog has played in our family. He has never been cuddly and clingy, he's always been larger than life and full of personality and attitude. More than one person who got to know him said, "You just start talking to him like a person because he looks you in the eye and listens and responds like a person!" Those incredibly bright, deep brown eyes are dulled by cataracts now, he can't hear, and is of course on soft food and a special diet, like the very senior little canine he is, but the bossy little Murphydog is still present.
I put some thought into how one celebrates the birthday of a deaf, blind, toothless dog, and inspiration hit me: he's getting a small pancake for breakfast, topped with real maple syrup. He loves maple syrup! A (frozen, microwaved) pancake birthday cake! He'll love it. Happy Birthday to you, Bossy Little Dog.