Wednesday, August 1, 2012
On her last day, she had lunch and then nagged me at length to take her out. Finally I got up from my desk and we went down the orchard trail, where she ate many windfall apples and a handful of blackberries my daughter had picked for her. On the way home, she had a heart attack. She lingered long enough for John to race home, and when he arrived, she wagged her tail. A few minutes later she was gone.
It is sad to lose a friend, but I hope I am fortunate enough to go like Murphy did, on a beautiful afternoon in the cool green grass, with the clouds sailing overhead and birds flying up singing around me.