Murphy and Jerry by Dr. Dale Atkins
The last day I saw my father alive was the day before
he died. On a chilly, late autumn day, my father’s dog and I
drove to my parents’ home for our “normal” visit. As always, when we exited the
highway, Murphy paced in the back seat and barked with his usual anticipatory
excitement. My father Jerry loved dogs…as a young boy…as a
teenager…as a man. He had Rollo and Dardy, Leo, and Prince, and he always took
good care of them. As Jerry got older, so did his dogs, and each one died of
old a
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Feb 5th 2024