We just love him so much. I mean, so much.

Coopy is our cuddle. Our sanity saver. Our comforter. Our comic relief. Our little annoyance, and of course my little white shadow who has absolutely no concept of personal space.

Life has felt especially heavy lately, and somehow this little guy knows exactly what his job is. He doesn’t need to fix anything. He doesn’t need to understand anything. He just needs to be there.

And Coopy is VERY good at being there.

If I’m lying down, he’s there. If Tatum is in her room, he’s there. If we’re having a hard day, he’s there. If we’re laughing, he’s probably the reason we’re laughing.

And lately, he’s needed a little extra comforting himself. The paw licking has been relentless, so we’ve been trying everything we can to help him. At one point, he ended up wearing his little blue cone, looking thoroughly defeated by life.

A dog stretched out on the rug because he simply wants to be wherever we are.

He has no idea how much he helps hold ours together.

My little Coopy. I love you so.

We wouldn’t trade him for anything.