Last year, our cat Murphy died of stomach cancer. She had been with me since I was 18, and she was completely devoted to both Sadimac and I. It was a long and difficult passing, and when she was gone, we decided to plant a tree in her memory. A cherry tree.
To say that Murphy was difficult is an understatement. She could be mean as a snake when she wanted, giving out affection to pretty much only me, Sadimac, Capn Zippy, and my Mom. All others were to be ignored, or tormented (she and my sister did not get along).
This morning while I was watering in the backyard, I looked up at Murphy's tree, and say a lone bright red cherry. I didn't think to go grab a camera, I just walked over and picked it. I washed it off, and brought it to Sadimac on the front porch. We savored it together, and I can easily say that it was the best cherry I've ever eaten.
Murphy's tree, at least this year, gave just as she did in life: only a couple of people were allowed to enjoy to sweetness, but my oh my, how marvelous it was
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Nice post. Glad you have such a wonderful memory of that mean ass cat. I still have a scar.
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