Cooper the Pooper is the name of one of the world’s most famous bun-influencers (@cooperthepooper). Cooper’s first photo was uploaded to the Instagram platform in June 2011 By Andrea ”Cooper’s adoptive hoomin” simply as a way of keeping his memories & sharing their journey with friends & family. Little did she know this little rabbit was destined to not only explode her heart with love but also capture hearts of thousands of people worldwide. With Cooper’s account reaching over 100k followers Andrea discovered a community of genuine loving people who began caring for Cooper & the content of their updates. Gorgeous happy grump faced photos, educational posts, highs & lows, truths, kind words & support are all the things you’ll find synonymous with is wonderful account.
Darling lil Cooper sadly crossed the rainbow bridge in 2019 in the loving arms of Andrea at the age 10 after a strong battle with some unfortunate health issues. All his followers mourned for Cooper alongside his loving family, his beautiful legacy being that group of people came together as strangers & became dear friends in one way or another.
Throughout the tough times & her journey of grief Andrea has kept Cooper’s account running, continuing to engage with followers & keeping his memory alive. 2020 will see new beginnings with Andrea opening her heart once again with the adoption of a little rabbit named MINI.
Joining groups & following accounts on Instagram & Facebook is not only fun but can be valuable sources of support / education, we urge anyone reading to search your platforms to get involved. This emotive blog highlights the love a pet can bring into your life. That with every great love follows the hardest loss. It shares a heartfelt message that grief associated with the passing of loved fur family member is very real and can be overwhelming, that it’s ok for you to take time to heal your heart & remember to reach out to those around you for love & support.
We would like to thank Andrea for sharing Cooper’s life & beautiful story with us below.
“How Cooper Changed My Life”. I know that title sounds a bit dramatic. You’re probably thinking, “Really, Andrea, caring for a 2 lb rabbit and sharing your experience on the internet actually changed your whole life?” It might sound silly but it really did.
Hello, my name is Andrea, a 39-year-old woman whose life changed after sharing it for 9 years with Cooper. A Netherland Dwarf rabbit, who came into my life as unexpectedly as he exited it. And this is the story of how Cooper the Pooper changed my life.
Nine years and five months, that’s how long I shared my life with Cooper. I wish it could have been a lifetime. I like to consider Cooper being my true love. He taught me what love for an animal is and losing him taught me how much of our lives they fill.
It’s taken me a few months to write about his passing and updating his website. It hasn’t been easy, coping with Cooper’s loss has been quite difficult for me. I’ve been lucky to have lived my adult life without losing an immediate family member, so I don’t know what that loss feels like. But losing Cooper has been detrimental to me. Having a pet in your life means that your life revolves around them. You have their feeding times present at all times and with a rabbit, you monitor their every move to prevent any illness. You don’t realize how much of your life they occupy until you lose them. I was very aware of this in the last few years and I dedicated my life to him. I created his website and grew his social media platforms to help bring awareness to proper rabbit care. I made a career out off of this, and I’m thankful to say that thanks to Cooper I am where I am today. Wanting to help other rabbit parents pushed me to learn so much and because of this, I am where I am in my career.
There hasn’t been a day since Cooper’s passing that I haven’t shed tears. Everything that I do reminds me of him. What hurts the most is knowing how much he suffered at the end. He should have died of old age soundly in his sleep, he didn’t deserve to suffer. This is what hunts me the most.
Carrying on with his social media platforms was something I wanted to do, I wanted his legacy to live on. But I have found it difficult and overwhelming to do. Finding images to share and reading everyone’s comments/messages are triggers for me and there are some days that I don’t want to do it. At the same time, I’ve received so many supporting messages thanking me for continuing to post and that’s what’s keeping me posting.
It wasn’t until this week that I was finally able to go through all the messages of condolence that I received on Instagram. It was amazing to see the immediate support that I received, and I’m still receiving it. It was so overwhelming that I had to open a PO box for him, so many wanted my address to send something. And I’m still receiving cards and gifts of condolence. Yesterday I was at a local store shopping with my husband, when we approached the cashier she immediately asked me if I was Cooper’s mom. We were both frozen at our tracks. I said yes and she expressed her condolences and told me to give myself time to heal, and how very sorry she was for my loss. I felt my voice cracking as we spoke and as soon as we stepped out of the store the tears just shed down my cheeks.
It’s not easy. I recently read an article about a similar situation and one paragraph resonated with me.
“Pheobe’s death makes me feel like someone has come along with a giant eraser and rubbed out my face. I am going to have to learn to exist without a face. And possibly a personality” That’s me in a nutshell. I feel as I’ve lost my personality, my face, the one thing that gave me purpose and made me not only be a better person but do better for animals alike. I was very lucky to have him in my life, and I’ll be eternally thankful that he was placed in it. He was perfect, and sometimes even the best of luck seems perfectly devastating.
Cooper’s passing was life changing for me. It was a very difficult time, but the support that I received from all his social media followers was overwhelming. Thousands of people from around the globe contacted me to see how I was doing and to give me support. I received hundreds of condolence cards and gifts, and the messages were so powerful. I recall reading through them and breaking down. I couldn’t believe the power and reach my little 2 pound Cooper had. Not only was I grieving, but the rabbit community too.
New beginnings with ”MINI”………
It’s been 8 months since Cooper’s passing, it has gotten a bit better, but there are months where I just break down and cry. I tried adopting another rabbit a few months after his passing but unfortunately due to my asthma, things didn’t work out. It wasn’t until January that a friend reached out to me and shared a photo of a 2 lb Netherland that was at a shelter. She was adorable and tiny as could be. I made arrangements to pick her up that weekend. I brought her home as a foster to adopt in case her fur affected my asthma. It’s been two weeks and so far I’ve been doing well. She’s a sweetheart, just needs to be potty trained, she been through three families so we don’t know what she’s been through. My husband and I named her MINI after MINI Cooper, after all Cooper was named after our favorite car.
We are quite certain Cooper sent her our way. She’s a sassy girl but with so much similarities to Cooper. We can’t wait to see her flourish in our home.
Love Andrea xx