This is a touching story of how I lost my best companion. Murphy and I had a strong connection that science could not explain. Since his introduction into the house we developed a special bond valuable than riches and rubies. In my childhood, I did not have access to television or internet. Murphy was all I had.
There is a time to be born and a time to die. The death of Murphy came suddenly at a critical moment of my life. Since then, I have lost many closed associates, friends and family but none can be compared to the massive loss of Murphy boy. Since his demise, I have found it difficult to pen his memories because it throws me off every time. I had to loose myself from all those hurts, pain, emotional blankness, anger and bitterness. I had to loose Murphy.
“Life is beautiful”…. Yea right! You got $1million in trust fund bequeath you, a nice country house and fast car to make you say that. Well, I am not about that, I’d wish I had those niceties but not in grasp. There is more to life than what flashes the eye or looks appealing to sight. Money does not buy happiness but can create what you fancy.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Recently I have noticed that what forms my reality is not what happens around me but what happens in me. Every day as I grapple with daily pecks of life’s challenges and survival, there are damning issues of life and my very tissues respond in complex altitudes. I bother sometimes, “why do I have to react that way”, “it wasn’t that bad after all”, “if only I had tried a little patience or tenderness”. These feelings buffet me and drains me of daily dose of joy. (more…)