Gabby Murphy

by Amy Murphy

Gabby Murphy, also affectionately known as Gabster/Gabbarelly/GabGab, died today. She was at least twelve years old, although we never really knew her true age. She adopted us six years ago. We were looking for a spunky companion for our almost two year old pup when she jumped in the back of our car at an adoption event. She had our hearts from that moment on.

Gabby journeyed with us through houses, jobs, states, pregnancies, and children - always a gentle support and loving friend. She always had time for a hug and never held back her love. She was unconditional.

Of course, she was one determined and obstinate dog at times - which only made us love her more. She was over the moon for kitchen scraps and treats and we indulged her more than we probably should have. She used to chase the light of a flashlight around, pouncing like a kitten and wagging her tail in delight.

We called her bat girl sometimes because she loved laying on her back and swatting her paws in the air - which made her face look like a bat hanging upside down. She loved to swim and chase birds - barking at the birds too. She even liked to ride on boats.

She barked a lot, which made us wonder how she got her name, and pulled on the leash like a sled dog. She also wandered off into the neighborhood or into the woods whenever no one was looking. She loved being pet most of all, enduring endless snuggles and an occasional ride from the kids.

She was a puppy at heart, but her body became too much of a burden. Her legs and her teeth gave up on her, but her tail kept wagging. She always smiled, even when it hurt. She always loved, even when she was sad.

She was a wonderful soul and we will miss her more than we thought possible. She was a part of our family and always will be.

May she run freely and painfree in heaven.