Anorak | Oprah Winfrey’s Sophie Follows Gracie To That Big Lamppost In The Sky

Oprah Winfrey’s Sophie Follows Gracie To That Big Lamppost In The Sky

by | 24th, March 2008

oprah_winfrey_animals.jpg A SPOKESPERSON for Oprah Winfrey says the “TV titan’s venerable cocker spaniel, Sophie arguably first among equals of Oprah’s pet ‘children’ had passed away on Monday.”

A source at Oprah’s Harpo company adds, “everyone here is really sad…Sophie was truly part of the Harpo family as well as Oprah’s.”

Sophie’s passing will be marked by a day of offical mourning. Anorak has opened a book of condolences and all messages sumbitted hereunder will be passed on.

Sophie’s tragic death follows the demise of Oprah’s dog Gracie . Who can forget Oprah’s words to mark that solemn passage. But in case you have forgotten, here is that address one more time, with more feeling than many can stand.

There are time when the parodist can only sit back and kowtow to a higher talent. This is one such moment. Do read it all. Take it away, Oprah :

Weeks have passed. And the pain has not subsided. Every time I think about it, my heart starts racing and I feel like I just got stabbed in the chest. It’s a jolt, still. Gracie’s death.

Gracie is the smallest of the golden retrievers photographed with me on O, The Oprah Magazine’s January ‘06 and ‘07 covers. She had just turned 2 on May 21. I thought we’d grow old together.

She choked to death on a plastic ball she found in the grass (it belonged to Sophie, my 12-year-old cocker spaniel). The goldens were not allowed to play with those clear little balls that light up. I feared they’d chew them, or worse.

The worst happened on May 26. Gracie was out with her dog walker, on a walk I often do myself after their evening meal. On this sunny Saturday, having just returned from a late lunch with friends, I decided to let the caretaker do it—walk all three.

I hugged them all goodbye, leaving a lipstick print on Gracie’s furry white forehead, where she loved getting kisses. Twenty minutes later, I got a call: “She’s down and isn’t breathing.”

I ran barefoot out of the house and found the dog walker and one of my security guys pumping her chest. Just as I reached them, the security guy looked up and said, “I’m sorry, ma’am. We tried everything. I’m sorry. She’s gone.”

Gone??!! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Yes, I saw it. I saw the caretaker rocking back and forth on the ground, his arms wrapped around himself, crying hysterically.

My brain took in the whole scene, but it wasn’t tracking properly. The first thing I remember saying is, “It’s okay. It’ll be okay. Tell me what happened.” Through his sobs I heard: “…choked on a ball.”

And I knew, this was real. Gracie is gone, Gracie is gone, Gracie is gone kept repeating in my head.

I stood there dazed, stunned, crying—and watched as they placed her in the back of a golf cart, her still-warm body with the lipstick stain on her fur.

But even in my stunned state, I knew this was not what it appeared to be: a freak accident with a clear plastic ball that lit up inside. I don’t believe in accidents . I know for sure that everything in life happens to help us live .

So through my tears and stabbing pain and disbelief and wonder and questions about how and why this happened, I leaned over my sweet and wild and curious and mind-of-her-own Gracie, and asked, “Dear Gracie, what were you here to teach me that only your death could show me?” And this is the answer: This lovely little runt whom I’d brought home sick—on his first visit with her, the vet told me to return her and get my money back—did more living in two

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