Special Needs

I think it was in the spring of 2004 when I was walking Cooper that I noticed she had blood in her urine. Cooper never complained about a thing, so that scared me. It was deja vu when the vet told me she had diabetes. But we knew how to deal with this, and she was a trooper all the way. Still, I had to start coming home at lunch time when the weather got cold, because she couldn't wait all day to get out and relieve herself. She still tried to get me to go the way she wanted but I didn't have enough time to do more than walk her around the block.