It’s been 3 weeks now since we said our earthly goodbye to Coco. She was the last of the original pack. Coco was 16 years old. She came to us through our pool man who had a client who locked her in the garage at 4 mo.

She was the main dog, always who we looked for approval, she accompanied us to 5 euthanasia. It was my firm belief that you can’t leave home and come without a dog. She was the messenger to help the others understand. It was hard to put that on her but she did it. She had only a few teeth and pancreas trouble when she left us. I was so afraid she was going to bark and fuss. Had we gone to the vets she would have been terrified. We opted for in home. She laid on her love seat, quietly. When the dr came in she let out some barks, walked down her ramp to smell the dr’s equipment and laid down on the floor. It was beautiful and I was so relieved. She laid there and allowed her dad to pick her up

and move her. She was so at rest understanding what was about to happen and she was ready. Rudy wasn’t sure what was happening and as he began to understand he hated what was happening but he was with her.

She went so beautiful and it was all that I could have wished and prayed for. God heard and answers my prayers.

My darling we will re-unite again. You are everywhere with us in thought and hearts.