I know this is a little late, but I suppose you shouldn't be surprised. I know we've never really gotten along... you were always a little resentful of me - you always preferred when it was just you and your mom, before I came along and mucked it up. Not to mention the fact that you seem to have some trust issues when it comes to larger people and males. And I guess I was always a little annoyed by you, since you required extra care, and, well, you shed a lot.
But that doesn't mean we never had our moments. I remember years ago, the few weeks when you had to stay with me, and you would sneak into my room at night and curl up pressed into the small of my back. I know you're your mom's favorite, and despite the fact that I have a favorite (and he happens to be something of a big, rowdy boy), I still cared for you. You were always very sweet, and it was cute and funny the way you'd beg for cheese. I mean, seriously, who begs for cheese?
Anyway, I don't know what happened last night. I wish I hadn't gone out after work, so I could have gotten home and realized you were sick sooner. I got you to your mom's hospital as soon as I could, and I tried my best to comfort you in the car ride. I even sang to you at one point.
So I just wanted you to know that we'll miss you. Hope that wherever you are, there are lots of baskets and blankets to sleep on, and no loud noises to startle you. And, of course, cheese.
Rest in peace, Sophie-pie.