My late husband and I got our Cockapoo from Dennings in 2005. He was a perfect match for us, energetic, healthy, inquisitive, intelligent, with a “please be my friend” attitude toward everyone he met. Curly traveled far and wide with us, hiking in Colorado’s mountains, swimming in a river near our daughter’s home, and loved being loved on by our eight grandchildren. Sadly, my husband (Curly’s Papa) passed from cancer in 2012. I still had to work, and Curly was so lonely without Papa. He went to the animal shelter with me and picked out a kitten, Bella. They bonded immediately. We lost Curly from congestive heart failure at age 15. The hole in our hearts is still immense, but I know he and Papa are reunited and Bella and I will see them again.
