Rest In Peace, Cooper.

Today we received some pretty sad news. Honey’s first best friend, partner in crime, Cooper aka Coopy-poop-butt, has moved on to dog heaven.  Cooper is embedded in so many fun memories at 6131 Winding Way. We will never forget the good times from that year, at that house, with Cooper and Sara. From Honey and Cooper’s wild behavior in the living room, playing keep away (Honey usually won but no other dog has ever put up a fight as good as Cooper), to their wild hyena mode, chasing each other around the house and back yard, they were always getting into trouble together. In the winter, we would take Cooper on walks in the snow, and the snow would clump into snowballs in his fur, we would spend a good amount of time picking them off of him. Cooper was also a very white dog, and his mom loved to keep him clean and fresh and cute, but Cooper loved getting dirty. He would dig in the dirtiest soil of the back yard and return to the glass sliding door ready to come inside, just smiling with his tongue hanging out, covered in filth. Typical dog. 

After our year at winding way, in 2011, Sara and Cooper moved to Salt Lake City after she finished schooling to be an air traffic controller. It was the saddest goodbye I’ve ever experienced with a friend, I couldn’t even go to the airport, I just sat in my bedroom and cried. There was an emptiness inside of me, and Honey too, I think. They were two of our best friends. 

The last time we saw Cooper, him and Sara had flown to Alaska to surprise Honey and I. We had a great visit with them, Honey and Cooper quickly picked back up their old ways. Talking with Sara tonight, she said just last night she thought about the possibility of coming to Alaska for another visit with Cooper, and now that will never happen.

But one thing is for sure, we will never forget Cooper. He was a crazy little boy, he was Honey’s only bestest friend. Ever since they left, we make a special stop for all the Bichons at the dog park to let Honey say hello, I always ask the owner “is that a bichon”, and when they say yes I always find myself saying “her best friend is a Bichon, she spent the first year of her life with him”, Honey’s forever best friend.  RIP Coopy-poop-butt! 

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