Cooper was suppose to be a much wanted Christmas gift for my 22 year-old son, but since he was still away at college, Cooper quickly became my baby. We picked him out when he was only two weeks old. He was the first-born, as was my son, and was the largest of the litter. It was love at first sight. Cooper was just 8 weeks old when we presented him to my son on Christmas morning. The whole house was so excited, except for our 4 year-old lab, Bandit. Cooper was so friendly and lovable from the start that he went straight up to Bandit and wanted to play.
Bandit wanted no part and bit Cooper on the leg before we could intervene. Cooper recovered and Bandit and Cooper became good friends. In fact, Cooper became good friends with all our pets, dogs and cats. Everyone he met loved him. He did so many funny and goofy things. The first night at our home when he was a puppy, he crawled under the blankets and snuggled as close as he could. He continued this for every night since. Cooper loved sleeves and would pull at your sleeve with a big “grurrr” when he wanted to play. He gave everyone his attention and love, but everyone knew he was MY baby.
He loved to eat and got so excited at mealtimes he could hardly contain himself. He loved to go places in the car and would jump into anyone’s car in hopes to go for a drive. He gave big sloppy kisses and so much love. However, on a beautiful fall day one week before his first birthday, he died suddenly. We were told it was probably a blood clot or heart problem since he had no symptoms. He was with us for such a short time, but will be in our hearts forever.
We will always love you, Cooper Bear.
With lots and lots of love, hugs and kisses always,
| Cooper Bear |
| Vanessa |