Murphy

Several years ago, I was walking the dog behind Nick and Rebecca’s house when a cat met us.  He looked at us; we looked at him and the rest became history.  From that moment, this stray decided that he belonged to me and that Allie would be his new best friend.  I know because he told us so.

The cat, now named Murphy, continued to live on my kids’ front porch until one cold November day when I could stand it no longer.  I asked my husband (of the “no-cat-is-a-good-cat” persuasion) who reluctantly agreed that Murphy could live in our basement.  Guess how that went? Within 2 weeks, the cat ruled the house.

Murphy was an amazing kitty, one of those rare animals who steals the hearts of many.  He made a point of attending our social gatherings, often adding his opinionated voice to the conversation.  Yet Murphy was selective of his true friends (Allie was the only animal he ever loved) and at the end of the day, everyone knew that his heart belonged to me.

Murphy developed a thyroid condition which was comfortably managed with medication until suddenly it no longer worked.    A week ago, on Monday morning, Murphy and I said good-bye.

I promised you stories of our farm and although the first one is sad, I felt it must be told.  For just like the purity of our products and the transparency of our farming practices, life on Love Led Farm is real…just like me…just like you.

We still have plenty of raw honey, non-gmo whole chickens, and non- gmo eggs (both duck and chicken)–real food for real people.  Contact me by phone or e-mail if we can stock you up.

Warmly,