This is a story of a different kind of puppy love. I found my sweet, wonderful dog Cooper on craigslist when he was three years old. A sweet mutt, and one of the best things that ever happened to me – I rescued him and he rescued me. We'd been together six years, when he passed away one evening very suddenly, from a seizure, after one of our usual, nightly romps in the park. I loved him so dearly and had never felt such a terrible loss. There’s still a big hole in me where he used to be, and I can’t believe he isn’t here. But when I look at this beautiful, shining happy smile, I remember the good times, and that he was very, very special and loved by many people. Most of all, by me. I love you, Coop. Always, always will.-Victoria
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