My friend for close to a decade, Tim Murphy, passed away last Thursday. He was driving his truck and hit a telephone pole.
Tim moved back to live with his sister to collect himself, do odd jobs and fish. His sister had yellow labs and before long I heard about the puppies that had been born. We were looking for a dog at the time so went down to check them out. Cole choose the runt of the liter and named her Penny. Penny was with us for almost a year before we decided she was just too much for us to handle (I would take her for 5 mile runs and it would have zero impact on her activity level…she’d just look at me afterwards like, “yeah, you call that a WORKOUT?!?!”). At the time Timmy was going through a rough patch, so I called him up and asked him if he wanted Penny to keep him company.