Murphy
By Don & Mary

She's gone--
but never shall we forget her.
We still see her everywhere--
she used to be.
Thirteen years she was there for us,
at times in ways we didn't realize.

Mary's lap will have a heavy empty spot,
where Murphy used to sleep every evening.
My office will be painfully quiet,
without her gentle purr in the background.
Cats grow on you,
like Spring sunshine grows on budding flowers.
Murphy will always be--
a perfectly cloudness day in our imagination.

When life becomes harder than death,
we must go, even when we don't want to.
It was Murphy's time--
to be re-united with Holly, her sister,
and another sun-kissed flower in our lives.