04/02/2020
From the day I walked into her life and her house... She was the exception to my steadfast "OUT OF THE KITCHEN" barked at any other canine, my entire adult life. She informed me she had seniority, and that not only should I S**U... But, that I'd better indulge her voracious appetite... lest me and the mutts I showed up with suffer her hostile gaze and undetermined influence with Russell .
I quickly obliged her, and I've over the last years accidentally stumbled over, cursed, quipped about, and taken more than a couple headers in our kitchen - because she was always there...the exception to my rule, always. Even in her last days, she and I were first ones awake, and she continued finding her way underfoot, blind, deaf, senile.. But with a smirk and a challenging stare... What you going do about it rookie, feed me.
I'm cooking tonight missing my kitchen friend and her stumbling, bumbling, class act attitude and companionship.
Funny how we can miss the most annoying things about the ones we love.
Our other three furballs have been informed there is no opening for kitchen exceptions... Nobody can replace Sophie, nor her moxie or seniority.
I miss you, my sous chef sweetheart.
