Personal Narrative: The Lopez Family

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I could hear my heart pounding in my head, as my whole family sat around the phone waiting for the call that would welcome Cooper Into our family. We fostered Cooper for about a week, then on April 24, 2012 we waited for what felt like an eternity for our phone to ring so we would know if Cooper would officially be part of the Lopez family. Finally, the phone rang and my dad answered, ¨Hello this is Jay,¨ my dad spoke for about 5 minutes, then hung up the phone and turned to us with a worried look. We all screamed ¨SO??¨He then stated, ¨COOPER IS OURS, I’ll go pick him up right now!¨We all squealed with excitement. I even remember when we got Cooper i looked up and asked my mom can I skip school when Cooper dies, she replied Cooper won’t be …show more content…
He had thrown up in the kitchen and living room. We wondered what was going on, we let it go, maybe he just ate too fast that morning we thought, but when there was throw up on the floor every time we came home from somewhere we started to get worried. That was when we took Cooper to the vet. Cooper hated the vet so we dragged him in there to see what was up. Turned out he didn’t just eat too fast something was wrong with his kidneys and pancreas. The vet didn’t know what to do so they sent us to a pet hospital in Longmont. Cooper still wasn’t getting better. We were doing lots of things to try to get Cooper better but It wasn’t working. He wasn’t eating and wasn’t doing any better. That’s when we decided to take him back to the vet and get fluids in him to see if he would keep it in. We took him in for fluids two mornings in a row, but he would just throw them up. He just couldn’t keep it in. So that’s when I began to worry, so I asked my mom if Cooper would be okay, she said if we could get his pancreas better everything would be okay. So I went over to my friends to have a sleepover thinking Cooper will be okay, and trying to get things off my …show more content…
She called me to tell me we were going to have to put Cooper down, so she would come pick me up, so we could say our goodbyes. I was devastated. I couldn’t help it, I was crying just thinking about all of my amazing memories with Cooper. My mom came and picked me up and we went home. Cooper was laying on a blanket and It made me sad because I could tell he was miserable, so I knew we had to do the best thing for Cooper. We all said our goodbyes and took pictures with Cooper. I knew this day would come eventually, I just didn’t think it would be this soon. My parents took Cooper to the vet, and I miss him so

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