So this morning I wake up to scratches on my back. Cooper, who had a history of epilepsy, started to seizure early this morning. Because of his inability to eat or keep anything down, we weren't able to give him the medicine he takes every day for the last day and a half. These seizures coupled with his already deteriorated state, we thought the humane decision was to go ahead and put him down. There is more to it than this, but it's not necessary to go into all the little details here.
Cooper was the best dog I've ever known. He was sweet, he was a snuggler, he was always ready to climb into my lap and just chill. I still don't think his passing has hit me yet--it probably won't hit me until I come home from work tonight, and he's not there to greet me in his way.
I'm gonna miss you, little buddy.