My Sweet Murray

On Saturday February 15, 2014, my heart shattered into a million more pieces. 

I said goodbye to my sweet Murray.

He told me with his eyes that it was time.

Grief is the proof of our love, a demonstration of how deeply we have allowed another to touch us.

"Before humans die, they write their last will and testament, give their home and all they have to those they leave behind. If, with my paws, I could do the same, this is what I'd ask... To a poor and lonely stray I'd give my happy home; my bowl and cozy bed, soft pillow and all my toys; the lap, which I loved so much; the hand that stroked my fur; and the sweet voice that spoke my name. I'd will to that sad, scared shelter kitty the place I had in my human's loving heart, of which there seemed no bounds. So, when I die, please do not say, "I will never have a pet again, for the loss and pain is more than I can stand." Instead, go and find an unloved kitty, one whose life has held no joy or hope, and give my place to him. This is the only thing I can give...the LOVE I left behind." - Author Unknown.

Hobbs slept in Murray's carrier for weeks after his passing. He still looks for his big brother every day.

When we lose someone we love, we find ourselves blessed with even more love than we ever knew existed.

My beloved Ira & Murray, brothers, my boys are together again. Mommy loves you!