Ca. 1994 - September or October, we (mom, dad, sister, me) are in a pet store, getting some fish food. We see the most adorable little puppies on the face of the earth. Sister and I stop what we're doing and just sit and watch them. One is white, one is black. ADORABLE, I tell you. We had been asking for a dog for ages, and always heard 'no.' For kicks, we ask that day, and our parents say "Yes." We say "haha, very funny!!" Um not joking. Happiest moment of our lives! We pick the little black one and take him home. My dad names him Murphy. He's the cutest thing I'd ever seen, and was, until a year ago tomorrow, when he passed away, at age 16. Then, the saddest day of my life followed. Not a happy post, I know, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed that if I talk about him today, on my day off, that I can make it through work tomorrow.


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