We cant wait to see you again copper

Last night at 9:45pm we lost a member of our pack, our family. Copper was such a good boy. He made us laugh, cry, angry, annoyed but most importantly, he made us so happy. We looked at him and thought how we got so lucky. May 2nd, 2024 was his birthday and he would have been 2, he was just a baby. Our Copper baby. It was extremely windy last night and someone had just gotten home, as soon as the front door swung open he ran out in excitement, saw someone on a bike and went for the chase. My boyfriend ran to go retrieve him and when they got to the front door copper began to cry and started to convulse. In the span of maybe a minute his eyes dialated and he went limp. It was 9:45 when his little heart stopped and he was gone just like that. What started off as a normal day of his running around the house and yard with our other 3 dogs, sitting with us and waking us up in bed by jumping and standing on us ended with us driving 2 hours away to a pet crematorium and saying our goodbyes. Waking up this morning and not feeling him jumping on us or making that funny whiny sound or picking a fight with our elderly dog. Life will never be the same without him. I still want to call out his name and seeing his little prance when running to us. He had a cone that hed been wearing while he recovered from skin allergy and when hed walk, he had like a bobblehead when hed strut around. We would rhyme his name with chopper, popper, flopper and repeat it in a sing-song baby voice and he LOVED it. He loved chasing the cat around, he loved pulling on his older brothers ears, he loved sitting with us on our back porch, basking in the sunlight while we smoked and he just hung out with us. Ill never complain about the way he would sit there and beg for food or whine when we didnt pay enough attention to him. Ill never complain about him jumping on us in bed and it hurting when he would walk on us. Ill never complain when he would pick fights with our elderly dog. Ill never yell at him for peeing in the house again. Just to hug him again and tell him we love him over and over again. When we got him he was 7 months old. By that point he had already been through 4 different homes. People kept returning him. My boyfriends aunt initially got him for her kids but allergies did not allow them to keep him. And when we heard they were going to take him back the next day after getting him, we took him in. He hated kisses and hugs and would growl at us or snap at us when we tried. We kept loving on him until eventually, he would greet us at the door, sitting on the edge of the couch and sniffing our faces when we walked in. He eventually started giving us little kisses, small and shortlived kisses but he started to do it. His kennel sits in our room, empty. His cone still smelling like him, unused now. His new pack of wet food in the fridge. His favorite toys stashed under the bed in the kennel because he hated sharing with the other dogs. Our weighted blanket that we had used kinda like a bed cover, full of fur and his smell now rests in the kennel. I wish i could just hold him one more time and just whisper his name to him over and over again in the way he liked. To kiss his fuzzy little head once more. To hear his whines once more. To his little strut around the house and the crazy zoomies hed get. I know life will never be the same without him. He came into our lives just as suddenly as he left. He crossed that rainbow bridge and I could only hope and pray that hes there on the other side when our other fur babies time comes and when ultimately my time and my boyfriends time comes. Just to reunite with him and tell him how good a boy he was and how much we love him. Thank you copper. You have left a permanent imprint on my life, your dads life, your grandmas lives and the lives of your siblings, Emmitt, Merrin and Roy. We love you buddy.