I imagine a lot of you haven’t heard quite yet, but my man Morpheus has moved on to a better place.  It wasn’t without tears and it certainly wasn’t easy…after all, Morpheus outlasted every female relationship that I’ve had.  Sit back and think about that for a second:  Morph was there for me, even through the Big D.  Now that is some serious shit.

Every day, sure as clockwork, he’d be sitting in the kitchen under the table on his bed, just looking out the window and waiting for me to get home.  I didn’t even have to finish parking before he’d be out of his spot with his nose up to the glass and wagging his tail…just couldn’t wait until I opened the door and got his baby gate down.  Grabbing his bone, trying to knock me over to get me to play with him.

The relationships we build with animals are rather interesting but I have to say that I don’t fully understand it.  When speaking of a pet, personification is guaranteed, though to say Morpheus wasn’t loyal would be a crime.  He’d jump up on the couch and sit with me while I ate, or he’d crawl in bed with me at night…or when I went for a bike ride, he’d sit in the recliner near the sliding glass door and just wait…wait until I opened the screen door on the porch.  He stuck with me even though I was away for so much of the day; he seemed grateful for the little time we did get to spend together.

I’m happy to have had the chance to spend time with a pet as cool as Morpheus, and I hope his new owners realize how lucky they are, too.

I’ll miss ya, Morph…you and your outside-crossed eyes.