I loved Sophie. Best.dog.ever.
Adopted from a local humane society at the age of seven, she was the perfect "first dog." She was consistently gentle, loving, loyal, and trusting. In fact, interactions with her prompted numerous blogs about God’s nature towards us.
Eight and a half years later, Sophie passed away . . .
Stir-crazy after a significant snowfall kept us home-bound for two days, I decided to venture out to uncover our cars. Clearing a path from the porch to the driveway, I then began to push the snow off the cars and shovel it into the yard. While I worked my way to the street, my wife alerted me to the fact that our dog, Sophie, was peering . . .
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A few years ago, my wife and I were awakened by what we thought were two dogs fighting. Getting up, I traced the fierce barking and growling to our front porch. When I peered through the glass storm door, I could see two dogs straining to reach something that was under the glider along the wall. Unnoticed by the preoccupied canines, I quietly . . .