For Sophie, beloved family dog and soul sister: you touched everyone's life and brightened it. You were a ball of pure energy who energized others, humans and dogs, around you.
In your younger years, you earned the nickname Braveheart because you were afraid of the cattle behind the fences: you'd take one look, turn 180 degrees, and sprint (of course, the cattle would then run along the fence right behind you); about a year later, you finally faced up to your fear: you'd bark at those huge cows until they'd back off. I was never so proud of you as I was that day.
For Mina, my dog-in-law, who died at the same time Sophie did. I didn't know you quite as well, but whenever you came to visit, I always enjoyed talking with you and scratching your head. You were a Cupid: you brought together my sister and the man who would eventually become her husband: they were both in a coffee bar, and he greeted my sister with, "Hi: my dog has the same hair color as you do [dark red]."
Sophie and Mina, as sad as your deaths are and as much as you both will be missed, it is gratifying that you both chose to go to the Rainbow Bridge together. May you play together happily, as you did in life.