I wish I could say that Cooper is doing great, but "ok" is more accurate. Cooper no longer greets me at the door. When I get home from work Coop is still curled up on his bed.
Cooper is eating a little, but not nearly his normal amount. I am not sure if this is due to the ulcer or the fact that he is on 4 different medications.
I look at Coop's pink belly and think of the tough road we have traveled these last 3 years. Cooper is a fighter and survivor. I hope Coop has the will to face the tough battle ahead.
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