God’s grace

Couldn’t find Murphy twice tonight. So glad a kind neighbor texted me that he was at another Tower. Thankful that I got there in time to stop him from getting chased, or even worse, attacked by a mongrel. I don’t know if he got lost or he just decided to chill there, but he was waiting for me by the letter box like he normally does. Except wrong Tower. Hope it isn’t a sign of him getting old :( 

Enough of worrying. Each day with Murphy is a good day; each day I get to come back to him is a bonus. He’s roughly 11 years, and I’ve been caring for him for 6 years. Every single day is precious. And by the grace of God, may we have many more years together.