Doogan has a brother...his name is Murphy.
Murphy lives "in the country...at the farm...in Alabama.
Doogan and Murphy grew up together on the farm.
Murphy belongs to my parents.
They were separated when Doogan moved to the Northwest and Murphy stayed behind...
on the farm...."in the country."
I had planned to post a yummy recipe today.
My heart's too heavy.
My heart's too sad.
I can't think about recipes.
This weekend we found out that Murphy is missing.
Murphy wandered into the woods and never came back.
The sad part is...this happened more than a month ago.
For over a month my parent's have been stricken with the deepest of heartache.
Back in the summer Murphy vanished into thin air on a warm, sunny day.
It wasn't until Greg returned to the farm that he heard the news.
My parent's had been keeping the sad news from us.
When Murphy didn't greet Greg he questioned my mother.
The tears began to fall.
Mother had to tell Greg the story of Murphy's disappearance.
When Greg returned home something didn't seem right.
Thursday night he sat Doogan and I down.
Deep in my heart I knew something had happened to Murphy.
Oddly enough...I had been concerned about Murphy.
There had been this tugging at my heart.
Once I questioned my parent's but they assured me Murphy was fine.
But he wasn't.
He was far from fine.
Murphy had become a mystery.
Our sweet sweet boy.
The dog Greg and I had given my parents...and expected them to grow old along side.
Doogan's brother and buddy.
What a waste.
Without one trace.
Murphy was gone.
The most painful part is not knowing.
What did he go through?
Could he still be out there?
All I want to do is fly home.
All I want to do is walk the woods and holler "MURPHY!"
"Where are you Murphy?"
"Murphy come home."
"Murphy~please please don't be gone."
Hundreds of flyers were mailed out.
Posters are everywhere.
Sweet sweet Murphy is on a poster...all over the county. :(
There's a LARGE reward for the return of Murphy.
Sweet sweet boy.
The sweetest most gentle dog that's ever lived.
Deep inside I always worried.
He played hard.
He ruled "the woods."
He romped with such freedom and JOY.
He was "The King of the Hill."
I always worried the woods would take him down.
Murphy is missing.
I can barely face the reality...the sadness.
Please pray for a miracle.
My parent's are broken.
It's the not knowing.
Please pray that God will deliver this sweet boy home.
*This post is dedicated to all the stray and lost furry creatures in the world.*
May God bless them~keep them safe and warm~and deliver them back home.