Isaiah Canty

This story is for my dog who passed away last week. His name was Cooper. He died because one day he was walking away and my other dog chased him and thought he had food and she attacked him. When he was bleeding my other dog, attacked him even harder. This happened while I was walking home from my bus stop.

My grandma found me and said that she was taking him to the vet. I waited 2 hours for her to come back. My aunt came over and I cleaned before she got home. My grandma called my aunt and told her that Cooper wasn't coming back. I went in the bathroom and started crying. That was the last time I ever got to see him. I've had him since I was 4 and when he died he was 9 years old. He was a good dog.