“As Beautiful a Spring Day as I Will Ever See”, a poem by our doggie Sophie, 5/18/12 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #188)

Mama came home early today, Thursday–well before lunch–and
she let Max and I/Sophie into the backyard to run and play in the tall green grass.
She must have known that the bright sunny day and cool breezes beckoned to me.
Although my crate pillow is quite nice and comfy, too.

Today in Mid May is as beautiful a Spring day as I have ever seen
in my seven years, one month, and 16 days of life–April 1st being my birthday.
The Summer months of warmth lay before us.
But today is cool and perfect doggie weather.

Today, Mama tosses me a new yellow ball that squeaks when I bite it.
I like balls, sometimes to chew, but mostly to run after.
Mama tosses me my ball and I try to catch it mid air–I do several times.
She tosses me Max’s ball, too–since he would rather chew the grass than chase balls.

We play our toss and fetch game several times before I tire and rest.
I am breathing heavy and fast, but this is fun.
The green grass between my paw pads is cool and comforting.
The shade that the cherry tree offers is a cool spot as well.

Mama went inside the house for several minutes just now,
leaving me unchaperoned with my ball as I laze in the grass under the tree.
Do I have time to chew a hole into my ball?  Hmmm?
The ball squeaks like prey, but does not taste like it–a pity.

Mama knows too well my penchant for chewing–
my toys, a slipper or two, the dining room table leg,
the fringe hanging down from the couch blanket throw,
the mail, etc.  I admit all doggishly.  Chewing is my calling.

Mama returns for more ball tossing–arf arf!
She  also gave me two bites of ham to Max’s one bite
when she breakfasted, I preen.  I being the older alpha doggie,
I am due special favors.

Papa usually calls me Princess Sophia von Hapsburg–
Sophie is my nickname–as if to reinforce my specialness with a title.
But both Mama and Papa know that I am special,
even without the appellation. I joined their family December 1, 2005.

Arf Arf Arf!  I barked too much just now.
And Mama brings me inside the house.
If the neighbor lady didn’t want the noise of life, then she shouldn’t
have moved in next to me and the kids next door.

But Mama lets me keep my ball inside–a real treat!
Of course while I have my ball,
I won’t be chewing on anything else–for now.
But I love the cool wood floors to lay on and nap.

Mama also puts soothing ointment on the 3 inch wound near my left eye.
I don’t know how I got my ouchy, it just appeared one day last week.
Mama strokes me lovingly as I look up at her with a happy grin.
Extra love and attention from my humans is always welcome.

And though Mama and Papa put my pills in cheese for me to eat them,
that is merely me training them to give me what I want–cheese.
They also give me milk to drink and ham to munch as treats,
as enticements to come indoors after a barking episode.

Except for our younger doggie, Max,
who has far too much energy for play if you ask me,
my life is very good in this loving home.
I especially like the air conditioning blowing out of the floor vents.

I carry my ball like a totem to another spot on the cool wood floor.
I have to move since I warmed up the other spot.
I wonder if I leave my ball at the end of the hallway,
will Mama roll it to me?  No, she didn’t bite, but there is hope.

Instead, I decide to drink some cool water in my kitchen,
and then I lie on the plush carpeting in front of Mama in the sitting room.
I look longingly in the direction of my ball–hint hint.
Then I go back to my ball and move it to in front of Mama and lay down ready to pounce.

Success!  She rolls the ball.  And then I leave the ball with her one more time
and she tosses it for me to chase–inside the house, no less!
But I decide to lazily rest and roll around on the sitting room rug,
chewing my ball happily.  Maybe I can chew more rug fringe, too.

If every day will be like today for the rest of my life–
playing outside in cool weather, chasing my ball, chewing things, extra ham,
milk, Max leaving me alone sometimes, cool wood floors, cushy pillows,
and strokes and cuddles from Mama and Papa–I will be happy.

And today is as beautiful a Spring day as I will ever see.
And though this Spring weather will not last much longer,
its cool breezes and sunny days will cheer me.
For though I do not know it now, this will be my last Spring.

You see, we doggies live for today–we are present in this moment.
We might remember yesterday’s routine–of what we have our humans do for us. Arf!
But we do not think about tomorrow–or even if there is a tomorrow.
For if all I/Sophie have is today, then I will live it well–taking my rest at its end.

Author’s Note:

Dear Readers,

I know that you were expecting a “North & South: Nurturing Love” story post today–and you will have one on Monday–my apologies.  But sometimes life throws us an unexpected and unwanted curve.  And we must face it head on.

You see, our doggie Sophie had surgery last week to remove a large mass from deep inside the left side of her face.  The biopsy results came back earlier today/Thursday.  Sophie has been diagnosed with a fast growing bone cancer in her upper jaw.  There is no cure.  All we can do is make Sophie as comfortable and as pain free as possible for the remaining few months she has left to live–and give her our love and attention as always.

And we will also need to tend to our younger doggie Max–Sophie’s sometimes overly playful companion who cried howlingly when she was away at the hospital last week.  His gentle concern for her when she returned–sniffing her incision several times each day–tells us that doggies may have an instinctive insight for, if not an understanding of, such things.  Of course we, their humans, don’t understand such things either.

So although my heart is breaking–and I am weeping as I write this on Thursday–my love for Sophie and for what she means to our family will always be with us.  And my husband and I will try to live in the moment with Sophie each day–loving her and cherishing her–until she has no more moments, and she firmly and lovingly lodges herself forever in the memories of our hearts.

Gratiana Lovelace  (Sophie’s Mama)

Image References

Sophie and Max images are by my husband, Bill.

Other images are courtesy of MSOffice Clip Art.

About Gratiana Lovelace

Gratiana Lovelace is my nom de plume for my creative writing and blogging. I write romantic stories in different sub genres. The stories just tumble out of me. My resurgence in creative writing occurred when I viewed the BBC miniseries of Elizabeth Gaskell's novel North & South in February 2010. The exquisitely talented British actor portraying the male lead John Thornton in North & South--Richard Crispin Armitage--became my unofficial muse. I have written over 50 script stories about love--some are fan fiction, but most are original stories--that I am just beginning to share with others on private writer sites, and here on my blog. And as you know, my blog here is also relatively new--since August 2011. But, I'm having fun and I hope you enjoy reading my blog essays and my stories. Cheers! Grati ;-> upd 12/18/11
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26 Responses to “As Beautiful a Spring Day as I Will Ever See”, a poem by our doggie Sophie, 5/18/12 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #188)

  1. Fabi says:

    Good morning Grati,
    This is a moving tribute for your canine friend and companion. Poor Sophie, I hope her final days can be surrounded by all love and care she deserves. I wish there was a heaven for cats and dogs (all animals), they are beautiful souls who enrich our lives.


    • Good morning Fabi,
      Thanks for your kind note. As the movie title says, “All dogs go to heaven”. So she’ll just be an angel that wags her tail, as well as her wings.
      Best wishes, Grati


  2. AJ Daisy says:

    Hi Grati so so sorry to hear about your Sophie it’s so sad I was giving me Golden Retriever Daisy a big hug when I was reading thsi and crying into her fur. We are thinking about you. God Bless


  3. Ania says:

    Hi Grati,
    I’m sorry heard this. Oh, Sophie is lucky to be a member of your family. And I hope she will be free of pain for the remaining months. * hug *


    • Hi Ania,
      We will love Sophie, give her all her favorite foods, and prevent her from having any pain when the vet tells us it is time. The new time frame is a few weeks to maybe 3 months, since the xray this morning showed that it has metastisized to her lungs.
      Hugs back, Grati


  4. bccmee says:

    Wonderful writing. You have given us the essence of Sophie and she will live on long in your (and our) memory. She’s in good hands. I wish you all the best in this trying time. *HUGS*


    • Dear Bccmee,
      Thank you for your very kind note. It means a lot to me that you and my other friends are so thoughtful to me at this difficult time.
      We will love Sophie as much as humanly possible–and as much as doggily possible–until it is time to say goodbye.
      Love and Hugs, Grati

      P.S. Of course the appropriate finale to this post is for Sophie to chew the printed out version of it. She is no respecter of my writing, it seems. *little ha!*


  5. Kitty says:

    My heart is breaking for you and your hubby, Gratiana. My best friend, when I was growing up, was a beautiful blond; his name was Pickles. I could tell him anything. He knew me and the circumstances in my home life, yet he loved me; he never turned his back on me and was always ready to let me sit w/ him w/ my arm wrapped around his loyal and brave shoulders while I cried and told him all my troubles. He absolutely love to play w/ his ball. Isaiah wrote assuring words in chapter 11 about the perfect world we can expect after this life. In that glorious day, I believe we will experience the same communion that Adam experienced in the beautiful Garden of Eden before “the fall” where God made animals for companions to Adam (Genesis 2:19). I believe that my dear friend, Pickles, will be in that glorious new heaven & new earth and I believe there is a ball and pillow reserved in that perfect Eden for all our non-human friends. We have a hope! While she is still w/ you, Gratiana, she will no doubt be loved and cared for by her treasured mistress and master. I will pray for extra grace during these precious days that Sophie has remaining.


    • Dear Kitty,
      Thank you for your lovely words and sharing your own story of Pickles with me.
      Sophie and I just tossed the ball a few more times over my lunch break. Though, I’m not quite sure if I am playing ball with her or if she is playing ball with me–since she usually places her ball five feet away from me, requiring me to walk to it. Hmmm? Ha!
      Love, Grati


  6. servetus says:

    I’m really sorry about Sophie. I hope you have some wonderful last times with her.


  7. Jane Noble says:

    Oh Grati i am so sorry about Sophie, i have just finished reading your blog and i have to say it moved me to tears. I know you will make what time you have left with her special … My heart goes out to you <3


    • Hi Jane,
      Thank you for your lovely note. We hope to make Sophie’s remaining time about what she gives to us and what we give to her–trying not to focus on when she’ll be gone, until that happens. It will be difficult, but we will cherish the time we have left with her.
      Thanks so much, Grati


  8. jeanniegisborne says:

    Dear Grati,
    I am crying my eyes out as I type for I have been where you are now. My beloved cat Fuzzy, passed away nearly three years ago and Joel, Gabby and I cried over him for it seemed like forever the day we had sent him home to be with the Lord. Gabby never knew a day of her life with out him and Joel had given him to me before we were married. I believe what Kitty said is true. Our pets/family will be waiting for us in Heaven when our time comes. In the meantime, love and cherish Sophie as you have done for her 7 years of life and are doing now. Your sweet memories will see you through. My thoughts and prayers are with you and you family. Please give Sophie a scratch under her chin for me.
    Much love and many hugs,


    • Dear Jeannie,
      Thank you for your lovely note. I’m sorry for your loss of Fuzzy. Our pets are like our family. And since Bill and I were not able to have children, Sophie and Max are our babies.
      Sophie says *wag wag wag* for your nice scratch that I relayed to her.
      Love and hugs back, Grati


  9. Ana Cris says:

    Hi Grati,
    All love to you, your family and especially for Sophie.
    I have this assurance in my heart, all the animals go to heaven.
    Ana Cris


  10. tully2shoes says:

    Hi Grati,
    That was absolutely beautiful and so very touching. I’m sure Sophie knows she’s such an important part of your loving family. She also knows that she is in loving hands, as she’s always been, during this last phase of her too short life. I hope you can take some comfort in knowing this. We give our pets so much love, but we receive even more in return. We pet owners are so lucky to know that completely unconditional love. It’s like no other. Savor it to the very end.
    Sending hugs,


    • Hi Eileen/Tully2Shoes,
      Thank you for your very lovely note. Sophie is our sweetheart and we hope to give her as many more good days as she is able to have.
      Hugs back, Grati


  11. april73 says:

    I’m sad about Sophie…

    It was a very lovely poem.

    All my love to you and your family.


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  15. March 05, 2018–Six years into the future, I have read my Sophie essay here again–while I was looking for something else. I still weep for Sophie, but glad that she was in our lives for 7 years. And Sophie would be glad to know that Max–as the now elder doggy has become quite the hound of the manor, as Sophie had been our home’s princess. And taking his cue from Sophie, Max presumes every food morsel that is offered is his to taste first–before our other younger girl doggy, Heidi–and that, despite his advanced 10 years, he can still howl with the best of civil defense sirens, every first Tuesday of the month, around 10am. Sophie was not much of a barker/howler, she was a licker. However, Max does not lick–though he does come in for a cuddle for 30 seconds or so at intervals in the evenings. Our doggies all have their own personalities–and unfortunate tendency to chew on the furniture, unopened mail, socks, and throw blanket fringe as it hangs above them over the top of the couch. And we wouldn’t have them any other way. Hugs!


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