A most beloved Murphy family member is gone. Fiona was our “Sweet Fi(Fee)” We adopted this little then-feisty Cairne Terrier on 7/7/7. As we were driving her home, Rick, Conor and I were tossing potential names around. I thought “Lucky” would be an appropriate name, but as the boys groaned, that turned out not to be an option. So, I came up with Fiona. Not the Fiona from Shrek, but the name of Conor Larkin’s mother in Leon Uris’ novel, Trinity. You see our Conor was named after Uris’ Irish hero, Conor. So how perfect. (Re-reading Trinity recently, I realized that the mother’s name was actually Finola…oops.) Either way, the name suited her.
As Fi turned a year old, we came very close to losing her to a liver disease, that resulted in a long hospital stay and 13 years of multiple meds. To make the unpleasant task of giving (and receiving) daily meds, Rick discovered “Hammy”. Rolling the pills into a piece of thinly sliced ham became a much anticipated pre-dinner treat for Fi. Those meds kept her healthy for 13 years!
To Fiona, Rick and I were her mom and dad, but Conor was her litter mate. You could literally name the story of Fiona’s life, ‘A Boy and his Dog’. Fi was his buddy, and he was hers. Our massive Pachysandra patch was her playpen where she would sit for hours, most times sniffing around for mice. The sight and sound of the hose made her chase the water spray with such joy, and the mere sight of a squirrel made that short-legged little pup run! I always wondered what she would do if she ever caught up to that pesky squirrel.
Our little sweetie was right there by our sides in joyous times and tough times. Even as she was slowing down with arthritis (the hose and the neighborhood bunny were no longer cool), and multiple underlying issues, she was there…just so happy to see you come through the door or oh so eager to take a R I D E.
Last Saturday, sipping my morning coffee with Fi at my side, she looked at me with her head cocked in a strange way. Something was very wrong. A seizure, a stroke of some kind. It was her time.
I can’t remember the last time we cried so hard. Our hearts are broken.
It’s been a few days, and our river house is so quiet. So many dear friends and family have been there for us, and remind us of just how “lucky” we were to have her in our family for as long as we did.
We love you Fiona.