I am about to lose a very dear friend!

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I met Murphy 19 years ago in the local shelter. She was a terrified little girl, cowering in the corner of the cage in absolute terror. I fell for her in a heartbeat! I asked to see her and the worker warned me that she was "mean" but handed me the little bundle of fur. Murphy instantly nestled in the crook of my neck and the bond was formed. I learned how she finally came to be in the cage. The video tape showed a man literally throw the cat in a cage and slam the door. He didn't latch the door and the cat escaped. It took the people at the shelter three days to capture the little girl and had just did the intake that day. The poor cat was terrified by everyone chasing her and trying to catch her...out of fear that she would get to the highway and get run over. I adopted her on the spot, but had to wait three long days to be able to pick her up. While we were picking up the cat, the owner of the cat called about her lost kitty. Mom was in the office finishing the paperwork on Murphy and was holding her breath because she knew it would crush me to not be able to adopt the little girl. The lady that handled the call told the caller that the cat was going home with her new owner... The caller went ballistic! Mom could hear the woman screaming across the office. It turns out that my little Murphy was a Lynx Point Siamese, and a registered cat. The woman had paid $1500 for the cat and wanted her back. The worker stated right then and there that there was NO WAY the woman would get the cat back, first because she never reported the cat missing, and then that the cat was tossed in the cage like so much garbage. The worker went on to finish that Murphy was going to a great home where she would be treated like royalty and that there was no way that they would allow the woman to have that cat back! Murphy traveled home in a HUGE crate, with plenty of soft bedding, a "port-a-potty" and of course a container of water. Before she even got to my home she went into the vet for her check up to make sure everything was okay. He was amazed that she came from the humane society, and he looked at me and asked if I knew what she was...I looked at him and stated "She's a cat". The vet smiled and stated that Murphy was a Lynx Point Siamese and a newly recognized breed and a very expensive cat. Murphy was about 10 months old when we got her, and she was my birthday gift from my Mom in 1994. Murphy has been through a lot with me through the years and has been the best most faithful friend I have had. She was soggy for many months after my Mom died, but she would still snuggle and allow me to cry in her fur. She went through the difficulties I had with my daughter, again becoming soggy from the tears that she allowed me to cry into her fur. She knew when I was down and she knew what would brighten me up and have me laughing, I would hear the thud thud thump in the bathtub. I would go in and Murphy would be chasing her tail to make me laugh. During my pain filled nights she would sleep in the crook of my neck to comfort me. If I woke up during the night in pain she would purr me back to sleep. During the day, when I was working on making teddy bears she would sleep on the sewing machine table to "supervise" my work. Often I would find her sleeping in the boxes of bears or nestled down in a box of fur scraps. She has been my best friend for the past 19 years, and to say my heart is breaking at losing her is putting it mildly. I know my heart will heal over time, but it is still so hard to lose a wonderful furry friend. I know that I will look for a new little girl that needs rescuing from the shelter, simply because I am that kind of person who loves totally and freely. But right now I am saying good bye to such a wonderful friend, and to the best gift that Mom gave me. It also is the last vestiges of Mom that is living with me. It's like a double loss! Murphy will rest under the Mullberry tree, and I can't send her across the bridge without a can of whipped cream to take with her. I have two other older furry friends that will be leaving on their trip across the bridge one day soon, one is Little Bit, the mini dachshund who is 19, and Abby the pit/lab mix who is 13. Each will be very sorely missed and will be eulogized in my heart. I am sorry to be so down with this post, but I had to eulogize the very special little 3 pound miracle that has been such a super best friend. If you hear of a flood in California, you will know that it is from the passing and burial of my best furry friend.