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Bob and Whiskers – 1955 – Guest Blog Post

This guest post is in response to Murphy the Airedale’s passing. We are grateful to so many friends and followers for their lovely email and text messages and comments on the blogpost, too.  Many of you have experienced pet loss and understand how painful it is.

On Wednesday morning, my neighbor Bob (from across the hall at school) brought me a copy of this wonderful photograph with 1955 written in the margin.   It touched me so.   Later in the afternoon I asked if I could please share it on the blog.  

Here is what Bob wrote for the blog when I asked if  it would be okay to post………..

This picture of my dog Whiskers and me was taken in 1955 with an second-hand camera that had light leak. My oldest sister took this photo. He was a mixed terrier.  On July 4th, 1957 my pal was attacked by a very large German Shepherd and he passed away 2 days later. I was 6 in this picture. My buddy was 5.

After 58 years, I have never forgotten what a great family member he was and I still miss him.  This is on the Southside of Pittsburgh.

My face and hands and my pup were as dirty as the air we breathed back then.

There was a song on the radio that came out just about the time of my dog’s passing.  It was ” I’m saving my money to buy you a rainbow“.  Whenever I hear or think of that song, it takes me back to those wonderful days with my dog Whiskers, when “life was in black and white”.

Whiskers and Bob 1955

Thanks for your kind sympathy Bob.  I appreciate your thoughtfulness to me and also my family as we grieve the loss of dear Murphy.

Pyramid of LED Lights on the Gulf Tower, Change with the Weather

Dear Blog Readers,  

Thank you for the thoughtful expressions of sympathy, your comments and emails yesterday, on the passing of Murphy the Airedale.  

It means a lot to the whole family to read such an outpouring of love, care and concern.  Your words offer comfort and understanding.   xxoo Ruth

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For years the Gulf Tower Building ( built in 1930) had a beacon that displayed the weather- red lights for fair  or blue lights for precipitation

Now The Gulf Tower has a fancy installation of programmed LED lights that change with the holidays, sporting events and  special occasions but still tell the weather at five minutes before the hour. The combination of lights can produce any color.

Designed by Cindy Limauro,  professor of lighting design at Carnegie Mellon University and husband, Christopher Popowich, partners in C&C Lighting LLC.

Read more: at the Post Gazette article with a chart telling how to”read” the lights.

From the Train Station

This  photo was taken  from my car window while waiting or my sister to buy her train ticket back to NYC at the AMTRAK station downtown.

 


Murphy the Airedale- A Family’s Best Friend

Murphy Joseph McGrath.  Murphy passed today. He just turned 11. He was patient, loving, loyal, humorous and adored by everyone.  What a personality!

It is a very sad day for the family.

If you’ve been following the blog you’ve seen his photograph many times.  I swear he smiled for the camera.

He was one of the first posts on the blog, Murphy Waits for Michael.

So many of you expressed sympathy recently on the passing of Erika’s parents Italian Greyhound, Cleo.  It’s been a hard month.

Today’s tribute is for Mark and Erika’s, Anna, Michael, Jack and Maura’s dear sweet boy- Murphy!

When Mark and Erika brought each of the babies home from the hospital, Murphy was there to welcome them into the family.  Murphy was a pup before M & E got  married.  He was a loving and well loved member of the family. ( Erika would get mad at me if I called him “dog”)

There are no words to describe the sadness, the missing.  You may remember the photos from his  Tenth Birthday post last year.

Anna is nine now but here she is just home from Mercy Hospital

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Murphy Christmas

Fall Murph

Virginai

Christmas Murph

family

in the van

Murph in the snow

Anna and Murph

Steelers family

boys with murph

murph and anna

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Murphy’s favorite tree in Virginia.  He represented for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Peaceful.  Murph under the tree in Virginia

Murph on stairs

Photographed by Erika

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In Hardy Virginiamurph and kids

Rest in Peace Murphy

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A Tribute to Cleo- A Much Loved Italian Greyhound

Sixteen in dog years is getting up there. 112. But no matter if a faithful dog is old or ill, she is going to be sorely missed.  She was well loved and cared for but she got sick and just couldn’t get better.

Cleo and her sister Xena, who passed on before, came as tiny puppies many Christmases ago to live with Donald and Marlene, my daughter-in-law’s parents. I heard the story that they were about the size of mice.   Cleo and Xena traveled to visit the family every visit.  And they would greet us eagerly when we all drove down to Virginia for Labor Day or Thanksgiving or Memorial Day weekends.

Italian Greyhounds grace many an oil painting or tapestry in the world’s museums.  This special dog, Cleo,was a much loved member of the family.   It’s a sad day.

Sympathy and love to you Marlene and Donald.  I know you will miss her terribly.

Cleo

Xena and Cleo, sisters, in happier days

XENA AND CLEO


Lucy, the Last of the Litter- RIP

Whether you’re a dog person, a cat person, or none of the above, you know how painful loss can be. Even when a living thing comes to the end of its life, the inevitable is difficult. There they are, with you. And then they aren’t anymore. Ever. And no matter how old or how sick, you just miss them. They entertain you, cheer you, greet you and provide companionship. You care for them, feed them, talk to them and teach them a trick or two.

First there was Eloise, a cat someone dumped in the park across the street where we live. 1992. We took her in. Laura was in second grade.

In the Spring of 1993, Eloise gave birth to Fred, Tommie and Lucy.

Lucy- the last of the litter- the only one with long hair, big green eyes- a pretty cat and sweet.

She was the loudest purrer and a docile cat. She was the most vocal and would talk back as your called her name.

My one friend thinks Steve needs a kitten. NOT! We’re not getting any more cats.

Steve said maybe a hypoallergenic dog? Down the road a bit. A little terrier? No! We just can’t have any more pets. It’s too hard to lose them. The last couple months seemed to be a cat hospice situation around here with Steve so vigilant and trying everything to make her life nice. She really was confined to one room and didn’t climb the stairs anymore.

Her being in the one room allowed the family to come this summer and sleep overnight as they suffer from cat allergies. Oh how the grandkids loved seeing Lucy. Steve would take them in and they were so happy seeing her, asking about her. I know they’ll be sad to hear she’s gone.

Earlier in the summer, Michael gave me his pet rock he’d made in day camp “for when Lucy dies”.

I think about how Mark, Erika and both of her parents and now even Laura all suffer from cat allergies. So do a couple of my good friends and it has impacted their ability to come and enjoy being in my home. Oh dear. But when Laura was growing up, she used to have cute Lucy crawl under the covers. Now she can’t be near cats without an allergic reaction.

Nineteen and a half years is a full life for a cat. Or as Mark says, she had nine wonderful lives thanks to Steve. Steve has been caring for her so tenderly. Sips of Cat Milk, special food for the thyroid. You name it. Steve was practically chewing up shrimp like a penguin mother. Now it’s hard to handle and dispose of her bowl and her drinking fountain, her pan, all the things she used.

Three weeks ago at the vet they said she was doing well for her age.

Hmmm, I thought. She didn’t look too good to me but her eyes had life and she was still using the litter pan and eating a little.

I knew she was coming down the home stretch. We talked about knowing it was time to put her down. But we hadn’t.

And so the night before the first day of school, Steve came in around 1:30 AM and said that he was petting her and she didn’t wake up. That she was gone. Friday he took her to be cremated while I started my new job. I was sorry he had to go alone. It still doesn’t seem real that she passed and isn’t coming back.

We’ll miss you Lucy.

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Tommie (declared male at birth by our neighbor): A Sweet Girl Cat Remembered

The winter of pet loss. Tommie and Fred were of the same litter, brother and sister.  They both suffered from hyperthyroid condition and despite medication couldn’t quite make it to what would have been their 18th birthdays on March 7th.  Tommie would rub up against you and your hand and pet herself if you stopped petting her.  She was feisty and funny.  We will miss her.

 

Had to photograph the picture on the computer screen. Original on a hard drive that crashed.


Fred: A Faithful Feline Companion

Born March 6, 1993. Passed December 22, 2010.  He will be sorely missed.  Found a site to help cope with pet loss

Happier Days- Fred Smells the Flowers.


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