May 7th

Well, I am on my seventh post of gratefulness. I must admit this writing every day is going to be tough. I like it, but sometimes I struggle with what to write about. This is one of those days. I have started many posts about different people that I want to thank and show my gratitude to. The posts are not flowing as they usually do, therefore I have not found the right thing to be thankful for today... I got it. Murphy.

I am so thankful for my little feline. He is not a normal cat by any means. He is very skittish. He does not like loud noises. He hates being picked up. He only wants to be pet when he finds you. He is not supposed to be alive. You see he has a major heart murmur. Before I got sick with cancer I was told he wouldn't live past four years old. He will be seven in August. (I am not superstitious, but I did just knock on wood!) 

I don't know if he is a freak of nature or what the deal is with him. All I know is he is mine and he loves me. When I had to sleep on the couch (after surgery for almost 3 months), he would creep up to me and cozy himself into a deep sleep. He did this every night. He would lay down around 11 and stay put until at least 4. It was such a loving gesture he shared with me, none of which he shares with anyone else. Now, if I get up in the middle of the night, he follows me back to bed and cozies up against my stomach and sleeps until I move. 

I am grateful he has lived through the years that I thought he wouldn't. I know I would not have been able to handle his passing while I was being treated. At some point I know our luck with him is going to end and he will no longer be here with us on this earth. But until then, this is my miracle cat that came out of his shell to show me how much he loved me. He will forever be the best cat in the world!

Murphy on the left, Kaly on the right. Brother and Sister.