Sophie's last day. The prettiest girl in the room. The Mohawk Golden. The shyest dog I've ever know as well as the sweetest. The way she walked. The best pal to my best pal and Riley's pack mate. Gone. But always remembered. Her Jimmy Durante nose. Her Sphinx pose whenever I would say "don't look at me, Sophie, don't look at me." She would stare at the ceiling and smile. Her tolerance of small dogs, particularly her younger brother and cousin. Her loves of carrots. Her cunningness when it came to stealing food be it a stick of butter, a pile of roasted peppers, a turkey sandwich. For food she did not discriminate.