What can you say about a being who, for over eleven years, gave nothing but love to all who met her? Sophie was a Hawaii-born girl, a backyard golden from the Windward side of Oahu, who inherited bad hips and allergies, but who also inherited her mother’s beautiful soul and kind, chestnut eyes. She spent her days in Hawaii walking in the mountain forests, husking coconuts on the beach, playing with her best friend, a sweet pittie named Mahealani, and going to the dog park. When I made the decision to move back to the mainland, my greatest worry was putting four year old Sophie on a plane, but true to who she was, she weathered that trip much better than I did, and we started our life in Oklahoma. She had never seen a squirrel (her nemesis), never a thunderstorm (nervous, but not scared), never snow (oh, boy!!!). She became, as she got older, a lover of woobies instead of a woobie murderer, developed a special “relationship” with a sofa pillow, discovered the joy of Grandma. Together, we made a wonderful life. Sophie was always by my side, always silly and sweet, always beautiful, always love beyond words. She died, at only eleven years and 105 days, on March 24, 2011, of cardiac hemangiosarcoma and I was privileged to hold her in my arms as she went with angels. My heart will never completely heal from the loss of her.
A friend said that Sophie was “love the way God meant it to be”, and he was right. She was the most beautiful soul I’ve ever known. We belonged to each other from the day she was born and I feel privileged and blessed to have been her mom until the day that I had to give her back to God. It is my hope that the golden who is named for my sweet Sophie Ehunani will know the same love filled life that she knew. Diana Phillips