Just one of those days in #Amsterdam
I will gladly get cat hair in my eyes for a little head bump from Charlie 🥰
For World Pet Memorial Day today, I’m honoring my best boy, Murray, who passed away last June. Nearly a year ago and there hasn’t been a day where I haven’t missed him. This past year has been a difficult one after suddenly losing him. Some people say pet loss grief is unlike any other grief. Now I know this deeply.
If you know me well, you also know Murray. He was known to lay belly up most the time. And was known to meet many self-proclaimed dog people and make them think otherwise. We found each other during vet school in 2009 (before Ben and I started dating). Murrman had been there through long nights of studying/laying on my laptop/biting my highlighters, through many moves (Champaign > Chicago > Santa Barbara > Santa Cruz > Amsterdam, and many intercity moves as well). He was there when Ben was away for 3 years in Germany. Murphy was there when we learned I was pregnant with our daughter just a couple of weeks after moving to Amsterdam (and a couple of weeks before the first COVID lockdown).
During his final years, he continued to lay on my keyboard during remote working, delighting coworkers during many virtual meetings. He was there on my pregnant belly for 9 months, there next to our daughter as she breastfed and napped, there next to us during her bedtime stories, and there curled up in my arms as we fell asleep each night. We sure had a couple of rough years between the pandemic and postpartum, and he most certainly made those years better. Murray had been with me for almost half my entire life, making each day better 🐾✨And for that I am forever grateful 🤍
