S: Murphy Brown Macomber
BC: In Memoriam
FC: Murphy Brown Macomber November,1991 ~ May 8, 2007
1: On October 1, 1992, I heard what I thought was a kitten crying between my apt. building and the one next door. I couldn't see anything, but it sounded like she was on the back porch of the other building. Meowing and meowing to be let in. Some guy came out and yelled and threw something at her. I peaked out through the mini blinds – didn't make a noise, no lights on in my place, but she looked right up at me then squeezed under the fence and ran up the stairs to my back door. How did she know it was my back door? | Little Girl Lost
2: I fed her, but she wanted in. I resisted – for two days – then relented. She was skinny and filthy, but didn't want food. She wanted to be picked up and cuddled. When I got back from work she was cleaned up and asleep in a chair. And so began our fourteen and a half years together. | Later that month, my big baby male cat had a stroke. It was the day before my birthday and he was never the same. He couldn't figure out how to eat, and I had to force feed him. Murphy was there to clean up the mess afterwards and to keep him as tidy as she could. She really doted on him. I was heart-broken when I had to have him put to sleep in December. Three months later, I lost my other cat to cancer and Murphy was alone - and lonely. | A Home!
3: I got a kitten, Charlotte, and the two became inseparable (except when Murphy needed a break and went somewhere Charlotte couldn't find her). Murphy mothered Charlotte. They were the perfect cat pair. I could fill albums with the pictures of those two together. | A Friend....
4: Doted on by one and all - or at least Charlotte and me. | Queen Murphy
5: Life is Good!
6: From the very first, I took them with me on vacations to Michigan. The family has a house in the woods on a small lake. Every year we took at least two trips to the house in August and October. The cats love it up there. | View, viewing, cuddling, sleeping, car ride home.
7: Murphy on Vacation!
8: Murphy being cute - by herself . . .
9: . . . and with Charlotte
10: During our October, 1999 trip to the house, there was a skinny cat that hung around. Nights were freezing and he was sleeping in the grass. I knew I had to catch him. This skinny, little feral thing became Beaumont. | As a feral, Beau needed two things: human socializing and feline socializing. Murphy took care of the latter, and Beau adored her. | A Second Friend
11: Always Together
12: Murphy, Charlotte, and Beau | Quite a trio
13: Murphy did what cats do: sleeping, getting attention and hanging out....
14: Until one August when she had a nose bleed. We were at the house in MI. When we got home, I took her to the vet, and she was diagnosed with nasal lymphoma. | Her profile began to change, but she did very well on bi-weekly steroid injections.
15: Her life expectancy was 1-3 months. My birthday was in two months. I thought, “just let her make it to my birthday”. And she did. Then, “just let her make it to Thanksgiving”. And she did. Then Christmas. Then New Years. | Every day with her was a gift.
16: Christmas 2006
17: We got to the house several times that spring | She got to sit outside once more... ...and sleep on the passenger seat all the way there. | Winter and Spring, 2007
18: But the tumor was getting bigger, and she was getting smaller, and just began to wind down. | Murphy left this world on May 8th, 2007.
19: I give you this one thought to keep - I am with you still – I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not think of me as gone – I am with you still – in each new dawn.