Saying Goodbye to Sophie

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In November of 2004, 3 months into our marriage, Jim and I took the next obvious step: we got a dog.


I wanted a Sheltie (Shetland Sheepdog) because I had one growing up and she was super smart and fluffy. We saw an ad for a litter in the paper, so we called and headed to the breeder to see the puppies. We were so naïve. Looking back, there’s so much we should’ve done. We didn’t ask to see the parent dog. We never asked to see where the dogs were kept. We didn’t know to ask how many litters the mother had or how recently she had her last litter. We waited in the breeder’s laundry room while she brought the last female sheltie pup.

The breeder set the 12-week-old puppy down on the laundry room floor and I immediately scooped her up. She smelled like barn. She was soft and alert and not afraid of me at all. I looked at Jim and asked, “can I keep her?” and she turned her head to look at him, anxiously awaiting his response. I’m not sure why I even asked, because I knew he was already thinking of names in his head. She headed home with us that afternoon and we named her “Sophie.”

When we got home and put her on the kitchen floor, she immediately ran to our glass-faced dishwasher, whining and pawing at its surface. She ran from side to side, trying to squeeze in the cracks between the dishwasher and cupboards. Perplexed at first, we realized she was looking at her reflection, not realizing it was her own image looking back at her and not her brother, the only pup left at the breeder’s.


After an adjustment period, she settled in nicely. Jim did most of the training and she was a quick study. Before long, she could sit, stay, shake, and play a mean game of catch. She barked like crazy, which is a trait of her breed, but otherwise she was the perfect pup. She travelled with us and we brought along a doggie travel bag. It’s fortunate we didn’t have social media at the time, because we would have embarrassed ourselves with constant posts of our puppy love.

It was just past her first birthday that her first back knee went out. It was terribly painful to watch and we quickly paid out the $1200 for surgery to correct the birth defect known as a patellar luxation. A year later, the other knee went out and we coughed up the money again. In her recovery, she depended too much on her front legs and developed arthritis in those. She also favored one side as she lay on the floor, causing her spine to curve. As a result, she would walk with a crooked, limpy gait for the rest of her life.

When she approached 8 years old, the age at which my first Sheltie had passed, we began to prepare for the end. She had been crippled for most of her life, how much longer could she last? Still, she played a slow game of fetch at every opportunity. The months passed by, and then the years. Every few months we would say, “I think it may be almost time,” then she would rebound with a renewed zest for life. Before we knew it, she was fourteen.

The past few months, however, things began to get gradually worse. Walking was the least of her problems. First, her eyesight began to blur, then her hearing began to go. The condition of her teeth required soft meals and her smell turned sour. Despite all her maladies, she was still alert and gregarious, barking at our young Australian Shepherd as she played catch and longing to join in but happy to cheer from the sidelines.

Finally, this past week, it was time to say good-bye. Fourteen-and-a-half years – practically our entire marriage – she had been our baby. But it was time.

Everyone is sad, but we are also relieved that she is no longer suffering and grateful for the many memories she gave us:

  • The time she made a wall of garbage around our first baby’s crib while we were out so we knew what she thought about not being the only baby anymore.
  • The way she would sit up on her hind legs to beg for attention.
  • The time we caught her on the dining room table, eating out of the butter dish.
  • The little jump she would do before she came running when we called.
  • The way she would pile her toys on our guests’ laps, daring them to throw just one.
  • Her affinity for Grammy, who hates dogs.

When you get a pet, you know that one day you will have to say goodbye. While the goodbye is terrible, it certainly doesn’t outweigh the joy that comes before.

We miss you Sophie! Thank you for all the joy you brought to our lives.


10 thoughts on “Saying Goodbye to Sophie

  1. Nancy Edwards

    Oh Holly, I am so very sorry for all of you. Your tribute to Sophie brings tears to my eyes, but the love it shares is heart-warming. Sophie was obviously more than a pet….she definitely was a strong, loving member of the family. Please know that I send my love and prayers to all of you Sincerely, Nancy Edwards

  2. Joanne Leatherman

    What a beautiful tribute to sweet Sophie! Geary & I send our love to you, Jim, Hope, James & Harper.

  3. Sandra Brando

    So sorry, Holly. What a beautiful tribute to Sophie! My dog is now 15 years old and I’m preparing myself for the day that I have to say goodbye. He was my husband’s little buddy and he has been with me ever since Jim’s passing. It will be hard, but as you said, the joys that I’ve had with him throughout the years have all been worth it.

  4. hlapinski Post author

    Oh, Sandy, that breaks my heart. I will be thinking of you and hoping for and easy passing for your pup. Thank you for your kind words! I hope you’re doing well.

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