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In memory of Murphy the Irish Wolfhound

MURPHY               16.4.07 - 14.8.13
You came to us when two, having travelled quite far
Then curled yourself up in the back of the car
You looked skinny and scared as the miles passed us by
Passively watching and probably wondering why
 
We too were wondering what we had taken on
Saying yes on the phone to see if you could belong
Yet deep down we knew it was the right thing to do
Our instinct telling us that we must choose you
 
But really and truly you know you found us
As our intention had been set some weeks in the past
Chewbacca was the name I had written in my book
And the registered name that now caught my look!
 
The astonishment when I saw it wasn’t difficult to gauge
Mr Chewbacca was written in bold on the page
‘Oh my God!’ I exclaimed with a sudden start!
‘We’ve got Chewy’ I said, ‘it’s here on his chart!’
 
So our life together started as it was ordained to be
You found the sofa pretty quick and did never-ending pees!
But it was evident when taking you out on a walk
That your socialising needed a serious talk!
 
I know as a hound you loved the thrill of the chase
And other dogs you felt were too in your face
And when the Jack Russell’s yapping was really a pain
Picking one up meant you couldn’t really be blamed!
 
But slowly and surely we began to bond together
Returning when called after being let off the tether
And as the months went by you relaxed and chilled out
And it was a great pleasure taking you out and about
 
But being a mate was what helped you to grow
And Div was the one who was really your bro
Scrunched up paper and a bear were your favourite toys
And the whole family saw you as ‘one of the boys’!
 
Holidays were fun in the motorhome too
With startled looks from folk when I had to clear up your poo!
Glastonbury Tor was always a favourite hike
Though escaped cows in the road you didn’t quite like!
 
The memories are too many to mention here
The wet times and snow times all remain dear
And as the years passed by it was comforting to know
That when we came home a wagging tail would be on show
 
But as age set in and you weren’t quite so strong
We did our best to ease your pain and help you along
We know now that you were trying to let us know
Those last two nights that you wanted to go
 
And so my dear friend, that time has come
To say a fond farewell and thanks for the fun
We wish you well on your travels as spirit takes you high
And hope you’ll drop in again when you’re passing by
 

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Louise on 21 August 2013 09:40
What a lovely touching poem I could really " see" Murphy as I read it. I know you will miss him so much but he is now a free spirit always.
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