I thought it was time to share Copper's life with all of you. She past before I joined. But it's now been a year since I lost her and I think it's time.
Copper wasn't always my dog. Friends of mine found her as a tiny puppy abandoned in a field near a work-site in January of 2002. She was only about 6 weeks old and so tiny.
They brought her home to live with them, after a few months their older dogs started picking on her. So at about 6 months she became a shop dog. She lived with their guard dog Slash, a Rottie, and he raised her.
When she was little over two she was hit by one of the work trucks. My friend spend thousands of dollars to save her life, even though the first two vets told them to put her down. They didn't have the heart to make her return to the shop as a guard dog. So they took her home once again, but she just had too much energy for their two aging dogs.
Rocco was a little over a year now and I wanted to get him a playmate. I wasn't really looking to adopt an older dog Copper was now 3 and 1/2 years old. But on May 20th 2005 I took copper home for a trial run. The first few weeks were tough. Copper was never really a pet and she had some issues, food aggression, couldn't walk on a leash and I just didn't trust her alone with Rocco. My parents puppy-sat for the first 3 weeks so the dogs were never alone together. After a few fights they became the best of friends and she became mine.
In May of 2009, I felt a lump on her throat. The next day it was larger and was making it hard for her to breath. I as at the vets as soon as the doors opened on that Thursday Morning. They ran tests and took xrays and gave me some meds. On Friday she could no longer eat and had trouble drinking and was having a hard time breathing. I called the vets and they couldn't do anything for her until the test came back the next week. I just couldn't make my baby suffer that long and with out being able to eat or drink I didn't think she would make it through the weekend. The following week the tests came back bone cancer that had spread to her lymphnodes.
She went to the rainbow bridge on Friday May 22. She was only mine for only 4 years and 2 days. But in that time she learned to be a pet, not a watch dog. She learned what it was like to be loved , played with and sleep inside a house at night.
Here are some photos Copper during the years she was mine.
Got Day May 20, 2005
I loved her curled tail
She graduated and won best heal
She just loved Rocco
Tanner, Copper and Rocco Best of Friends
Rocco and Copper Just chillin
My Happy Girl
I love you Copper and I miss you.