Murphy Sweet Punkin’

  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,Continue reading “Murphy Sweet Punkin’”

TomTom is gone.

I have grieved but not nearly as much as my dad. He made friends with the little grey and white kitten the first time TomTom crawled up the bank from the ravine. Dad was working outside and talked to his new friend every day until the cat was no longer afraid of him. Tom mightContinue reading “TomTom is gone.”