08/20/2026
Last year on this date, my beloved soul dog Sonja left this earth at age 14. Actually, I had to let her go. She left seven months after my husband left us.
There was not enough bubble wrap to wrap my broken heart from grief on grief, but being a pet parent is also knowing when you have to let them go.
Sonja was our first dog together. We adopted her when she was eight months old from PAWS. She chose us, and we fell in love immediately.
Even though she was obsessed with Ron, she was my soul dog.She was my spiritual gypsy, my nomad dog.
She stayed with us in hotels and went on road trips without the blink of an eye. She stood up in our wedding and grew up with our granddaughter, both learning about this world together.She lost her eye to glaucoma, but let me tell you something—she didn’t lose an ounce of her s***k. She was always smiling !
When we moved to the country, she immediately became a lady of the land, roaming the acres on her own and coming from behind the barn out of the blue.
She made me fall in love with the husky breed and inspired me to get involved in the rescue and adoption world.
She was a beautiful guide dog for our second husky, Luna, whom we lost a year before Sonja.
She was with me when I decided to move out to give my husband space to heal. She was with me when I took Ron to the hospital for the last time. She visited him in hospice and stayed very patiently at my mom’s for seven weeks while I took care of her favorite human until he took his last breath.
She let me cry on her fur on the floor, night after night, and comforted me when I couldn’t get out of bed from grief. And then, she decided that mama was doing OK-ish and she could leave.
Forever in my heart. There isn’t a day that I don’t miss you so much, my soul dog.
Thank you for sending Kanela. ❤️
