I don't like to think about it often but the truth is Cooper is the last family pet we'll have. Reality says that all the training, daily walking, cost of vet bills and food...all these have lead us to the inevitable decision that our sweet Cooper will be our last dog.
He's getting up there just like we are. He'll be 12 in November and it's obvious that he too is slowing down. His muzzle is completely white and we've noticed that the hair on his head is going the same way. As much as we'll miss having him around, that welcoming excitement when we arrive home and the tail wag that goes with it, we know that having another dog with the above-mentioned responsibilities, would be foolish. We won't miss the incessant barking at anything or any one that walks past our house but, I suppose when it's gone, we might even miss that. So tonight's blog is dedicated to our sweet little:
By Patty Lynn
I saw a photo yesterday of such a darling pup.
The feelings that came over me, such thoughts they conjured up…
Of that day many years ago when we first laid our eyes…
On our sweet puppy, rescued one, who much to our surprise…
Was just exactly right for us on that auspicious day,
Just 8 weeks old, adorable, such problems on the way.
We didn’t know what lie ahead, the vet was baffled, too,
But once he diagnosed it, we knew just what to do.
We’d never heard of MANGE before, but serious was his lot.
We did what needed to be done and simple, it was not.
With drugs and special baths he spent so many, many weeks.
But in the end, we conquered it, his cure at last complete.
And as he's grown and changed, he’s made an imprint on our lives,
A boy who loves to please, to EAT…and not just to survive.
His appetite, insatiable, if we fed constantly,
He’d eat it all and still want more, he’d eat incessantly!
So now we closely monitor this boy who loves to eat.
He still begs for his special treats and takes them gently, sweet,
But as his age is showing now, he started to gain weight,
So what we give is measured, he can’t eat how much he ate.
It’s true our Cooper’s getting old, November, one year more.
Though he’ll be twelve, in human years he’s really eighty-four.
He’s moving slower than he was but still loves chasing rabbits.
He takes off fast and catches some but limping back’s his habit.
We realize the day will come he’ll be no longer with us
And we’ll reflect on all he was and how much joy he gave us.
But I, for one, hope it’s not soon, for we must face this truth...
That Cooper’s our last family dog, we cannot capture youth.
By that I mean we know too well, expenses, care & feeding...-
Would be too much to do again, who knows what we’ll be needing.
We know our lives won’t be same without a dog to share it,)
The love they give is precious, unconditional, to cherish.
But though we’ll mourn the loss of him, he’ll always, ever be
That little boy who barked too much who smiled with his teeth.
Our lives are so much richer every hour, every minute…
Because a little dog we called our Cooper Boy was in it!