Sleep well, sweet prince (Cherri you can skip this entry!)
Yesterday was my great aunt’s funeral. It was already a high emotional day for us. We also had to put down our little dog, Copper. He was 15 and a half. His eye sight was pretty bad; he wasn’t very mobile (then became unable to walk around), as far as I could tell he wasn’t suffering before that. He had a very good life, I think. Much longer than anyone expected (when we were kids someone told us he’d live two or three years MAX). It’s hard to type this up, because 15 and a half years is a long time and it’s very hard for me to fathom that he’s not here. Copper was the first real pet I ever had. He was my buddy and friend when buddies and friends wanted nothing to do with me. It was just me, him, and Cherri. I got that little dog when I was 12! He couldn’t step over the garden hose without tripping over it, he had such tiny little legs. He wouldn’t sleep in my bed, he liked to run around.
He howled every day when I got back, it didn’t matter if I’d been gone for seven minutes or seven hours. He was just happy I was back. It’s especially hard for me not seeing him. He was always very loyal and super bias. And even though he couldn’t see very well he still tried to steal my snacks. He wasn’t as fast as he used to be but I will always love him dearly.
He howled every day when I got back, it didn’t matter if I’d been gone for seven minutes or seven hours. He was just happy I was back. It’s especially hard for me not seeing him. He was always very loyal and super bias. And even though he couldn’t see very well he still tried to steal my snacks. He wasn’t as fast as he used to be but I will always love him dearly.