Day One

Meet Murphy. He is about 250 years old. This will be his last New Year's day, I just know it. I've been saying that for 3 or 4 years but this year I know it has to be true. It's not that I want him to die; he was my childhood dog. I just feel bad for him. He runs into the wall and paces in circles for hours trying to figure out where he is going. He is also deaf and blind. But his tail still wags and so on he goes.