His name was Cooper. I aspire to be like him as I get (even) older. I saw him as a role model the first time that I met him. He was my step-granddog.

I pronounced his name Coooooooooooooper. He was the epitome of all that is good in Labradors. He was a Black Lab with a heart full of friendliness. I have only been in his presence three or four times, but that is all it takes when a connection is made, a reality that holds for dogs and people.

He was happy to greet you, but would not overwhelm you with his presence; he enjoyed your company, but was satisfied to spend time alone; he enjoyed play, though the pace and exertion level changed as arthritis kicked in and muscles weakened; he was patient with people and his younger, frenetic sibling, a dachshund. I hope to be such as all that.

He eventually reached the point that he had to be put to sleep. After 18 years of adventures and loving those around him, he could not manage the day-to-day anymore.

A few years ago, he limped up with a wicked wound. His “dad” figured Cooper might have messed with an animal that didn’t want to be messed with. The large, open gash-like wound was ugly and took months from which to recover. Cooper was a good patient, a patient patient, though he was eager to get back to his “normal” life because he enjoyed it so much. I want to remember that when infirmities eventually hit me.

Cooper, you brought friendship, love and joy to many, something we should all aspire to. Rest in peace.