His name is Copper Theodore Kelty. He was named after the endearing Hound dog on the disney classis "Fox & the Hound". Rest assured, my choice, Chu-Chu, was a close second. He entered our lives as a near death stray. He was a five year old lab mix that weighed about fifty-five pounds with hair falling out, and heartworm about to claim his life. We raised him into the most untypical childhood friend you coupld ever imagine. He WASN'T a dog. Not to me. No, he was my bestfriend in the entire world. I would dress him up, and make him do magic tricks. I painted his toenails and even tought him to look both ways before crossing the street. He would disappear for hours, and no one would worry becuase we all knew he was probably just visiting the neighbors, or the dogs across the road. Everyone that knew him, loved him. THe Mail Woman, Marty, even put dog biscuits in the mailbox for us to give him. He went on vacations, helped us run errands in the car, he even knocked cakes off the counters to gobble up as he awaited our return home. Waiting for the bus one morning he was accidently let outside and he just couldn't understand why he couldn't get on the bus with me, he tried and tried. It probably took about ten minutes to get him to stop following right behind me up the steps. We got him his own christmas stocking, and easter basket. He had his babies to play with, since he wasn't the dog that liked squeaky toys. His favorite thing in the world was cheese and he always stood between me and the other person when anyone would yell at me. Sure, he loved and adored everyone in our family, but i can't help to think that he was my favorite and i was his. i would give him mohawks and put necklaces on him. He never had that killer instinct that most dogs did. He once tried to bark a possum to death, and one night he was sprayed by a skunk. My parents had to give him a bath and midnight, and the bathroom smelle like skunk for days. We would all yell at him, because maybe he got in our way, or threw up under our bed. But he never yelled back. That was the one thing i could always count on his for, listening. Granted dogs can't talk, but there was always something about that twinkle in his eyes when i would sit, hugging him bawling my eyes out telling him about how a girl called me dumb at recess. He never judged, not once. I took a picture of him jumping in the air on our deck for a tasty little animal cracker. I always gave him every kitty in the bag. He also liked the rhinos. I just know. One day, i even made him his own myspace. It was a riot with my friends, everyone loved it. www.myspace.com/lyanazhomiie .He grew older and older and towards the end he was in pretty bad shape. We kept putting it off but in the back of our heads, we knew his quality of life wasn't high at all. On the friday of my spring break, we took Copper into Petsmart vet clinic. I could tell by the way he acted he knew something bad was going to happen. We knew we were helping him by doing this, becasue he had grown so miserable. They found the vein in his arm, and injected him. It took about one minute, but as he went i was there telling him that i loved him. April 4, 2008, around 4:15 p.m., i lost my bestfriend. That was the saddest day of my entire life. He was creamated, and scattered over a rose garden. Not a day goes by without him popping into my head. I still have his collar and he will never ever be replaced. He was that one friend. That friend that only comes once in a lifetime. Its been a little over a year and I am still extremely emotional about him. He wasn't only unique, he was one of a kind.
Copper Theodore & the infamous crackers
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