Today, Murf should have turned eight years old. I didn’t even realize the date until around six pm. It’s hard to realize that she isn’t here to smush our faces together and share birthday kisses. I miss her. Forever in my heart baby girl. Until we meet again.
Please pray for Murphy. We brought her in to the puppy ER to drain her bladder because she’s having a really hard time going on her own. The x-ray shows a pretty large mass pushing on her bladder, and it seems like her bladder muscles are weakened from bring stretched out so much. Most likely the tumor has returned, much more quickly than anticipated, even though she’s on chemo. We’re going to see our regular vet tomorrow to discuss our options, and by what the ER vet said, it’s pretty serious. I don’t want to assume anything, so all I can do is pray and trust God’s plan. I’m having a hard time with the trust. So I just keep praying. God, I love this dog. Please God, give me some good news tomorrow.
Murf and Brit 