On Nov 18 our Sheltie Cooper Crossed the Bridge. A couple weeks ago we had trouble getting him to eat. If you knew Coop, you'd know that's a major deal. A trip to the Vet didn't detect anything unusual so as SOP our Vet supplied antibiotics and something to settle his stomach. After a week and getting worse, back to the Vet for x-rays of which he said he "thinks" Coop had cancer. He added pain pills to the mix however within a couple days, we couldn't get him to eat anything besides crushed ice. It all happened so fast there was little we could do. In obvious pain and getting too weak to walk we decided to end his suffering. Coop was our last foster failure, just like the two before him. Four years ago our Sheltie crew was four, now we are dogless for the first time in 25 years. Not having a fenced in yard the rescue only lets us foster and adopt seniors or dogs with issues. That is why we lost so many so soon. We won't be adopting again, this is too hard to go through so frequently. Coop was a bit rambunctious which gave us fits at times, but he was a real good boy who was greatly attached to his daddy. Whenever I was behind a closed door, even on his last day on earth, when I'd open that door, he was sure to be laying there waiting for me. He will be greatly missed.