Dear Sophie,

Sophie

From the first time I laid eyes on you, sitting regally on a brocade pillow with your lavender collar; our eyes connected, and I knew you were the one.

We carefully brought you home and gave you the life you so deserved, especially after having raced your youth away for men’s greed of money at an Arizona Greyhound racetrack.

I lavished you with love, held you close, pet your brow, and scratched behind your soft, furry ears. No creature comfort was withheld, or denied; only the best food for you.

You were my constant companion; before I would leave a room we were in, I would stop (each and every time), and look at you, searching to capture that iridescent glint in your eyes, and then I would linger, looking longingly, as I knew I was looking at your very soul.

You were my shadow; wherever I went you would follow, no matter what, from room to room, day or night. I was never alone, our souls were one.

Afternoons would find us cuddled up (spoons) together on the bed, buried under a cloud of soft billowy fleece; warm and protected from a world we ran from, but couldn’t escape. That, Sophie, was Heaven on Earth, and that was your gift to me.

Walking, people always spoke of your beauty (you got more attention than me, Sophie, but I didn’t mind). When asked, I would answer, “I adopted her. She’s a rescue, but, really, she rescued me.”

I’ve often said, if it weren’t for the love and affection of animals, I’m not completely sure I would still be here, and it is true. I have found no greater love, no greater affection.

Animals give us unconditional love, even if (G-D forbid) they are mistreated. That’s all they want, our love; to be loved in return. For a crumb they give us their lives.

Who else frantically runs to the door to greet you each and every time you come home, tired, and exhausted; and they do it every day, multiple times a day, it never changes, or varies.

My soul is aggrieved, my heart is broken; I have lost my closest companion.

Our souls are one, Sophie, now, and forever.

Every night, before sleep, I would say to her as she faithfully lay next to my bed, ‘I love you Sophie-goose with all my heart, soul, mind, body, spirit, strength, and will.’

Shhh! Shhh! Shhhhhh! Rest, now, Sophie-girl, you are safe in my heart forever.

Breed: Greyhound


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