I don’t have a picture to show – Christine is much more of the photographer than I am – but I can write a small memorial.
Murphy was put to sleep today. He had developed significant health issues including some fluid in his lungs and a severe loss of balance, as well as zero appetite for food or water. We took him in to the vet at the end of May, where he seemed to rebound on IV antibiotics and fluids, but since coming home had steadily declined.
Murphy was a part-ragdoll cat, about 10 years old, and very much Jason’s cat. His ragdoll tendencies made him ideally suited for being picked up, carried along, flipped over, and whatever other affections were shown to him. He was a very friendly cat (at the very least, he saw everybody as an opportunity to score food if he was charming) and warmed up to anybody who came to visit the house.
Jason has handled this very well, all things considered. While he is hurt, in his own words, “I don’t want to do it but I know logically it’s the right thing to do.”
Goodbye, Murphy. We’ll all miss you.