It’s me, Cash, from down the street. I’ve been thinking about Murphy a lot lately, so I decided to write.
Do you know how we first met? I was just a puppy, and Murphy marched right up to the fence, sniffed me from nose to tail, and decided I was okay. After that, we raced along that fence every single morning. He won every time. I let him think it was fair.

Murphy talked about you three constantly. He said Ava gave the best ear scratches on the whole block, right in the special spot. He said Leo was the best at sneaking him crusts under the table, which he asked me not to tell your parents, so let’s keep that between us. And Nora, he told me your sandwiches were the finest in the neighborhood. I never got to try one, but I trust his judgment.
I still look for him by the fence some mornings. I think that means he was a really good friend. The best ones leave a Murphy-shaped spot behind.
Will you write back and tell me your favorite Murphy story? I’ll share another one of mine next time. I have a good one about him and the mailman’s glove.
Cash




