Murphy and Shera McVey

MURPHY AND SHERA WERE THE FIRST DOGS RESCUED BY IRISH RETRIEVER RESCUE

In 2005, they were surrendered to the pound because their owner was ill These two happy dogs went to their forever home in Scotland and were soon loving all the attention and tender, loving care, bless them.

UPDATE on MURPHY and SHERA

We are all fine including our lovely dogs. Murphy is much better and he is moving much more freely. Shera is still bounding about like a pup and she will be 11yrs in August.

I have given up my corporate life and I now work from home providing personal coaching, training and mentoring so the dogs really like this.

Liam will be going to High School in August so he will be home every lunchtime to see his best pals, Murphy and Shera.

Sometimes fate takes a hand and things are meant to be and I think this happened the day I went on the Internet and found Murphy and Shera looking for a home.

They are extremely well behaved and they have never caused us any bother. They have certainly added positively to our family life.

VERY SAD NEWS

After spending 5 happy years with his loving family and adopted pal Shera, Murphy sadly passed over to the Rainbow Bridge on 24.12.2009. He is very much missed by them all.

Fly with the angels sweet boy.

A TRIBUTE FROM SANDIE

Murphy, the very first dog to appear on the IRR website with his pal Shera, went to Rainbow Bridge on 24 December.  

Murphy was surrendered to the Pound together with his best pal Shera back in 2005 and the McVey family made the journey to Sandie’s home in Ireland to collect them and take them back to Scotland where they have lived a very happy life since, particularly enjoying the company of Liam and Eve who are devastated at their loss. 

Although Shera is missing Murphy, she’s enjoying the extra special attention being paid to her. 

Old Dogs Do Not Die

We have a secret, you and I,
That no-one else shall know.
For who but I shall see you lie,
Each night in fireglow?

And who but I can reach my hand
Before we go to bed,
And feel the living warmth of you
And touch your silken head?

And only I walk woodland paths,
And see, ahead of me,
Your small form racing with the wind,
So young again, and free.

And only I can see you swim
In every brook I pass.
And when I call, no-one but I
Can see the bending grass.

–author unknown