Nine years ago Memorial Day week-end you and your friend Bentley became one with the acre and I followed just a few short months after that. Murphy, I have to tell you that you are one of the sweetest hounds, so gentle and loving.
Everything looks so different from that picture now. Bentley lost his fight with osteosarcoma, you have a lot more white around the muzzle and we’re not even going to discuss my new wrinkles, gray hair and body parts that currently sag around my knee caps.
13 years old is so bad handsome.
I see many more days of lazing around in the grass for you.
Happy 13th birthday Murphy!