I don't have any pictures of him. But I did get a tattoo for him!

When I was fourteen, I was diagnosed with anorexia nervosa. I was an avid swimmer, and had begun eating less that 500 calories a day and doing an intense 2hr workout five days a week. I was sent away to an inpatient program out-of-state and I was terrified. We had a five year old yellow Labrador named Murphy. He was a sweetheart. He was slow, fat, and kind. He was very in tune with emotions and would sit with you when you cried and kiss your hands very slowly. We learned shortly before I left that he had cancer and probably wouldn't last very long. I went to inpatient from the 1st of November until early December. Murphy made it until Easter of that year. He died with tears in his eyes. I've never seen a dog cry before. I still have dreams every so often where I'm just sitting with him and petting him and he's kissing my hand. Last year, I got a small black pawprint on my wrist to remind me to stay healthy and to keep going. I still have those dreams every so often.

A very devastating loss in my flock has been this kitten.

Also the full gabble here.

I lost French Fry Tax free weekend of 2015, pancaked right outside of my house. The geese from stray dogs. Either case, I was spazzed out. Since then others have come, and they are very much appreciated. Their passing among others have gouged my spirits, but I know there is nothing I can do but accept it and continue.

Losing French Fry was a major blow, he was one of few so openly affectionate. A successor, R9E is along the lines.