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    Posted November 30, 2012 by
    joshfromny1
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    West Hempstead, New York
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    Loving and losing a dog: Your tributes

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    Coco... My mother's second daughter.

     

    Coco, what can I say about her? Starting with the surprise of her arrival one Christmas. The stories I heard from my brother when he had her in his dorm room or the multiple times I hid from her thinking she would bite me while all she wanted to do was play. The rich pup that would eat my father's money from his pockets, the young lady that would go out the door without no one noticing than finding her on the lawn. Also hard memories when my family went through harsh times and I would fight with her for a blanket because we had no heat or when I was sick with rheumatic fever and she would lay down on my legs to keep me warm.

     

    To jumping for joy for when she saw my brother, to being my sisters competition for my mothers attention, to waiting by the front door until my father got home and to accompanying my mother at home and taking care of her. Her joy of the holidays, she was just another little kid sleeping in her bed while we wait till the clock striked midnight to than sit in front of the tree to get her presents. Seeing her open the presents with her paws and teeth... what a smart pup.

     

    Coco was a unique pup. She was just one of us. Exactly the same as one of us human beings that one day is ok and the next can be down to their last strengths. She was a fighter. She got sick out of no where and got really weak. Cancer, how I hate you for many reasons. But like I said she was a fighter and got strength to wait, wait until my mother got back from her trip. Weak, not able to stand up she got all her strengths to walk to my mother to say goodbye. She clearly understood what the Vet had told us and said goodbye to us. As she collapsed on the floor and she was about to leave us, I just hugged her and cried because I would miss her... My sister, our friend. I felt her last breaths, and wished it wasn't true.

     

    We miss you Coquita!

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