Murphy lay on the floor and barked. I felt myself shaking a little. I held out my hand to see if the shaking was outside or in-. In, I decided. The veterinary technician was familiar and I like her, but I could not come up with her name. Maybe it’s Chrissy. Dave might know, but he wasn’t there. He was Murphy’s primary caretaker, spent more time with her than anyone else. No way my husband could do this. I could, so I did. Chrissy told me how sorry she was, tears in her eyes. I nodded. “I have a couple of things to go over with you,” she said. “There are three options. With the first one, you’d take her home with you.”…