About 11 years ago, a very special pup came into our lives. My wife called him the “runt” of the litter when she found him. My family melted at first sight of him. I didn’t know it at the time, but after seeing his little precious face, I knew he was special. His name was Cooper, the bully “pocket” pitbull, that stole the hearts of everyone he saw, but to me, he was my best friend; he was my son. Cooper was that ONE lifetime type of dog, every pet owner longs for. Cooper and I were inseparable. The joy we shared will always remain with me until the end; vacations, lonely nights, and just genuine companionship. In December 2021, Cooper was diagnosed with an incurable cancer, lymphoma. I was broken. But not Cooper. Cooper was a warrior who fought for over two years, defying the odds of his uncurbable cancer and took it all the way to the end when the cancer grew too strong. In February 25th, 2024, Cooper fought until his last breath, and I ultimately made the arguable hardest decision of my life, as I allowed his soul to dwell with our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I miss him everyday of my life.