Little Sofi came home with my daughter, Brianna, a tiny puppy cuddled and loved in her arms. I was not thrilled. Brianna lived with me and was a young adult, but I had a border collie and we were in a city where dogs are very regulated. Brianna assured me that she would love and care for Sofi and I would not have to worry. Hmmmm.
Brianna was a young woman, full of life, going to college, working and partying as young people do. Sofi was home with me a whole lot and although I made sure I only babysat her, she was quite often alone with Josie, my dog, and me.
She had her quirky little ways, bouncing a tennis ball over my head incessantly day or night. She would run away and I would have to chase her all over White Rock, until she was about 5 years old, and then she started to come back when called. How she managed to get to 5 years old is a miracle in itself, running around busy streets of a city and me not killing her for doing so, or for bouncing the tennis ball while I was trying to sleep. For some reason, Sofi love playing fetch - sort of. It was fetch on her own terms. I would throw the ball and she would fetch it, but not give it to me. It was the same with a stick. She had to be tracked down to get the stick away from her and then she would happily go and get it and keep it at bay once more. She was good company for my elderly mother, whom I lived with and cared for. She would throw the ball for Sofi, just a few yards and Sofi would eventually bring it back and drop it near my mother's feet. They both enjoyed that.
Sofi like to howl and whine when she did not get what she wanted. It drove most normal people nuts. She also had a bad habit of sleeping on the sofa and going on my bed and rubbing her face all over it. Grrr. If Sofi wanted a drink, it was now, not later or she would howl.
When I retired in 2010, Sofi accompanied me on my first journey in the motorhome with a rehab rescue, Mikey, and Anna, my beautiful, now deceased rough collie. Anna was fatally hit by a vehicle on the highway here after we moved to the farm. Mikey went to a new home and Sofi was with me for a year or so until Brianna finished her degree. Sofi went home for a while and when Brianna decided to follow her passion to become a midwife by moving to Australia to attend university, Sofi came back to the farm. She has been with me again for a year and a half.
Despite her quirky and sometimes very annoying ways, she was part of my family and she was my dog. Despite her highly annoying behaviour, she is still part of my heart and always will be. I will always see those soft brown eyes when I gave her to the veterinarian technician, imploring me not to leave her. But I just could not stay. I said goodbye. I thanked her for her life and her love. May she cross the rainbow bridge and remain forever in joy. Good bye Sofi.
Brianna was a young woman, full of life, going to college, working and partying as young people do. Sofi was home with me a whole lot and although I made sure I only babysat her, she was quite often alone with Josie, my dog, and me.
She had her quirky little ways, bouncing a tennis ball over my head incessantly day or night. She would run away and I would have to chase her all over White Rock, until she was about 5 years old, and then she started to come back when called. How she managed to get to 5 years old is a miracle in itself, running around busy streets of a city and me not killing her for doing so, or for bouncing the tennis ball while I was trying to sleep. For some reason, Sofi love playing fetch - sort of. It was fetch on her own terms. I would throw the ball and she would fetch it, but not give it to me. It was the same with a stick. She had to be tracked down to get the stick away from her and then she would happily go and get it and keep it at bay once more. She was good company for my elderly mother, whom I lived with and cared for. She would throw the ball for Sofi, just a few yards and Sofi would eventually bring it back and drop it near my mother's feet. They both enjoyed that.
Sofi like to howl and whine when she did not get what she wanted. It drove most normal people nuts. She also had a bad habit of sleeping on the sofa and going on my bed and rubbing her face all over it. Grrr. If Sofi wanted a drink, it was now, not later or she would howl.
When I retired in 2010, Sofi accompanied me on my first journey in the motorhome with a rehab rescue, Mikey, and Anna, my beautiful, now deceased rough collie. Anna was fatally hit by a vehicle on the highway here after we moved to the farm. Mikey went to a new home and Sofi was with me for a year or so until Brianna finished her degree. Sofi went home for a while and when Brianna decided to follow her passion to become a midwife by moving to Australia to attend university, Sofi came back to the farm. She has been with me again for a year and a half.
Despite her quirky and sometimes very annoying ways, she was part of my family and she was my dog. Despite her highly annoying behaviour, she is still part of my heart and always will be. I will always see those soft brown eyes when I gave her to the veterinarian technician, imploring me not to leave her. But I just could not stay. I said goodbye. I thanked her for her life and her love. May she cross the rainbow bridge and remain forever in joy. Good bye Sofi.
I commissioned this painting of Sofi as a gift to my daughter. She will always have her in her heart.
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