I did my best to keep very busy so I wouldnt feel shattered by the day...the second anniversary of the loss of my heart and soul sister, Sophia Antoinette aka Voyager to My Heart. But no matter how busy at some point in the day I knew the memory was going to become so raw and reopened that I couldnt bear it. Sophie wrapped me around her tiny kitty toe the first time I picked her up and held her and was captivated by the peace and love her tiny body exuded. She was the purest of souls...as precious a dog as ever graced this world. She had an innate ability to spot a broken heart and offer herself up to console it. The stories are many of her pulling me to people who were just melted by her genuineness of love and concern. She had a particular affinity for people in wheelchairs. Her last great act was on her final trip into PetSmart. She loved looking at the rodents so we were standing observing a rat on a wheel when suddenly she was pulling and tugging me around the corner. As I stepped around with her I knew exactly what her intent was. There was a man in a wheelchair, totally debilitated possibly from a head injury as his head was carefully covered with a stocking hat, and his caregiver pushing him through the store. As she was determined to get to him, I quickly told the lady behind the chair that it was okay, that my beautiful Doberman loved people in wheelchairs. The woman stopped pushing and let Sophie do what she did best. She laid that gorgeous long Doberman head of hers on the mans chest and ever so gently touched his face with her nose. And there she stood, happy to be sharing herself with someone unfortunate. The caregiver was fascinated watching her and then she gasped...That is the first time Ive seen him show any emotion! she said as we noted the slightest of smiles in the corner of his mouth. Sophie ran into my arms @ 7 pm on August 8, 2012 and fell asleep in death right there. I didnt think I would survive the night. It was a sudden and devastating shock. I experienced broken heart syndrome, was hysterical for hours, spent the night walking in circles trying to figure out what just happened to my heart dog. My heart and chest ached for days and weeks. I didnt know people could cry so many tears and indeed I cried until I was completely dehydrated. What was life going to be like without her? We spent the next several weeks running as fast as we could to try and deal with the grief. The emptiness in our house was ghastly. Dark and oppressive. So we left. To this day, there is a hole in my heart that only Sophie could ever possibly fill. I will never stop loving and missing my healing dog, my business partner, my mentor, my teacher, my soul sister. I love you, sweet Sophie...
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 00:52:16 +0000
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