Cooper Across the Rainbow Bridge

In a small town where the river bends, We had a friend whose love

would never end, Cooper was his name, Staffy strong and true,

Laughing, running, in fields where the wildflowers grew. Twelve good years,

he filled our hearts with cheer, His wagging tail would chase away our fear,

But the day came, that dark and somber day, Cancer called him

home, took our boy away. Now he's crossed the Rainbow Bridge,

Running free on the other ridge, Pain is just a memory, In fields of

gold he's wild and free. I remember summer nights out on