After having Murray in our lives for over ten years, yesterday we finally made the decision to let him move on. He was 16+ years old, and his legs and back were causing him so much pain on a daily basis that there just wasn’t much joy left for him in life (despite his daily meds, which at certain points rivaled anything I’ve seen humans have to take).
Yesterday afternoon, I went to the butcher and bought him his very own half-pound NY strip steak, seared it on the grill, chopped it into pieces he could manage with what little teeth he had, and covered it with a mound of shredded cheddar cheese (his favorite thing in the world). He devoured the whole thing, though we still couldn’t get a tail wag out of him (which we haven’t seen in months). Later that day, together with his vet, Chenin and I held him in our arms and stroked his fur while he passed into his last, final sleep. It was one of the hardest things we’ve ever done, but giving him a peaceful death, surrounded by people who loved him, was the final gift we could give to a companion that’s brought so much joy into our lives.
To Murray (even though we know full well you can only read Spanish): You were truly a one-of-a-kind creature. We found you at a time when no one else wanted you, and you returned the favor with fanatical love, devotion, and affection. You’ve meant so much to us over the last decade, and saying goodbye to you marks the closing of a chapter in our lives. You’ll be missed by all who knew you. Sweet dreams, little pooch. We’ll see you on the other side.