An Excerpt From A Long Letter About My Best Friend, Cooper.

When I found out my ex gave my dog away, I didn’t think I would ever stop crying-I was inconsolable. I had been coping by telling myself that it would be okay, I would get it together and would deserve the happiness, unconditional love and adoration of this sweet little adopted dog. Much like myself, being adopted, I always understood I was abandoned at a time in my life when being alone meant nothing short of death. However, it was a better chance at life that I was given and in exchange for that I had a profound sense of love, devotion and loyalty to the family who brought me home and called me their own. I know something broke inside me that day-something that would never heal. I let it define me and I was never the same again. I believe that we don’t get to choose who or how we love, we get chosen and for this I am both deeply saddened and tremendously grateful.

My heart breaks for anyone who loses a dog!
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May 10, 2012