Copper and Digger

My grandma and grandpa live up in Amity with alot of property. They had 3 dogs when i was young: Tallie, Copper, and Digger. Tallie died of old age when i was about 6, and about half a year later they got another dog named ranger ( my personal favorite ). Last summer, the mailman came. Digger started jumping on the car as usual but this time when the mailman jerked the car from him, he hit Copper. My grandpa got Copper and loaded him into the back of the truck, rushing to the vet, only to find out the next time he glances back at Copper, he had died. They barried him on the property, over by the old garden. Then, about a year later they got two golden retrievers, Jazzy and Rocky. And a this summer, they got a little miniature poodle, Oscar. So now they have Digger, Jazzy, Rocky, Ranger, and Oscar. Out of no where, Digger started shaking as he tried to move. They got him checked out and he had developed bone cancer. They helped him move from place to place, but for some reason he would walk out into the woods and sit. Just sit and stare, looking into the woods no matter if it was pouring down rain. It was his spot, his territory. It was almost his way of being peaceful and saying 'yes, i do like sitting out here, and if anyone besides someone i love comes out here i will bite' He would sit there all day, and they'd bring food out to him and bring him back before dark. They tried putting him inside for a day, but he'd get up even though he could barely stand, and try to walk outside. Me and my sister visited him on Christmas, walked out there and petted him, knowing this was the last time we'd probably see him. We told him what a good boy he was, what a great brother he was to me and Braedens old dog, Howey. Just last night, i found out they had finally put him down. They had the vet come to their house and out him down. The vet took his paw print in clay and will hopefully mail it to them soon. They barried Digger in the spot he'd always stand in in the woods, his territory.