Copper came into our lives when he was 5, after his previous family gave him up for adoption. He's been a constant bundle of "typical Aussie" ever since. Wherever the crazy was, he was there herding it along. He was ball obsessed, and would literally chase a ball until he dropped from exhaustion. He loved french fries and rump scratches, and would probably kill a man for a Kraft single. He loved the kids, loved naps and laps, and was always ready to go for a walk or a campout.
This morning, he wouldn't even get up from his bed or do anything more than make eye contact. A very bad sign in a high energy goofball who always greets you at the bedroom door in the morning. We found out at the emergency vet that He had a massive tumor in front of his lungs, and given his age and the uncertainty that he would recover from a surgery to have any kind of life quality, we made the decision to let him go. He crossed the rainbow bridge in my arms and we made a raincheck play date to play fetch later. He was 11.
Sucks. From being seemingly just fine yesterday to not being here today is mind-numbingly painful.
Hug your good bois and girls. We're less human without them.
This morning, he wouldn't even get up from his bed or do anything more than make eye contact. A very bad sign in a high energy goofball who always greets you at the bedroom door in the morning. We found out at the emergency vet that He had a massive tumor in front of his lungs, and given his age and the uncertainty that he would recover from a surgery to have any kind of life quality, we made the decision to let him go. He crossed the rainbow bridge in my arms and we made a raincheck play date to play fetch later. He was 11.
Sucks. From being seemingly just fine yesterday to not being here today is mind-numbingly painful.
Hug your good bois and girls. We're less human without them.
If there's an upside to this, it's that he did not suffer with a long drawn out illness. They are not with us long enough, and their loss never gets easier. 
