I know that some of you have already seen this on Instagram or Facebook, but there were so many kind and supportive thoughts here about our little pug Sophie that I knew I needed to make this painful post.

We made the hard decision to say goodbye to sweet little Sophie yesterday morning. She just wasn’t recovering well. No appetite, constant diarrhea, and what seemed to be a lot of pain. She wasn’t herself and it was getting worse. We could have put her through more tests and perhaps some treatment as a result, but for a 15yo dog with cancer (her tumors were indeed malignant), it seemed unkind to put her through that trauma, for an outcome that was far from a sure bet.

It was a hard decision, but my heart said it was the right one. We are heartbroken. The house feels a little emptier. And yet we are relieved to know she is not in pain anymore.

We got her as a puppy, right after we got married 15 and a half years ago. I had never even met a pug before (I was never a big fan of small dogs), but she won my heart. She’s been with us through so much. Traveled with us, been a ranch pug, and gave so much comfort after my mom died, and much appreciated companionship to me during the long stretches when Jamie was away.

My mom absolutely adored Sophie. Yesterday morning as we held her and watched her go, I told Sophie to go find “grandma” and Rocky, our dog who passed away a few years ago. I hope she is with them now.