I knew this time would come. My heart feels broken but full. The tears and sadness come in waves, but I will be ok. My precious “little girl in a dog costume” passed away in my arms Monday night. She did it surrounded by people who loved her and who love me at the home of Macy and Chad, and I will always be grateful for the way she went naturally and without pain. She didn’t want me to be alone when she left me. I know that. I will never be able to truly thank Macy and Chad for everything they did that night from helping me to ink print her paws to swaddling her little body. She was my shadow and by my side for 17 years. How lucky was I?! “Coke, Cocoa Choka, Doots, Dootsie, Buttercup, Princess, Pie Pie,” and all the other nicknames I’ve had for her over the years, was my heart and soul. She was “Cocoa Mocha Latte” to Macy and “Little One” to Fisher. She was the healthiest and most agile little pup for 15 years with not one health issue. In the last 2 years, she did have a couple of health issues, but she always rebounded as best she could for her age. While I will terribly miss her snuggles, her kisses, the constant companionship and her total unconditional love, I am choosing to remember the wonderful times we had. She loved “chick-chick,” watermelon, blueberries, pumpkin, peanut butter, flying high in the sky, checking out all the airport dog parks, her blankets, and licking my coffee cup. In her heyday, she could hop up like a Mexican jumping bean, run as fast as lightning, walk swiftly down the street to her favorite spot to do her “business,” do the “humpty dumpty” with her favorite stuffed animal, Pinksie, and sing at the top of her little lungs along with me. She loved to ride with me to the “dump dump” and the recycling center as the “navi” and me as the “gator.” Her favorite piece of clothing was her Dawgs jersey even though she did tolerate me putting her through years of Halloween costumes. She was a sassy, protective little something in her younger days, and she grew into the most gentle and sweetest girl ever. She was never a yapping chihuahua but saved her barks and growls for protection of the one she loved the best. She was mine, and I was hers.
I will have her cremated on Saturday morning here in Massachusetts and bring her ashes home with me where she will rest forever. Although, I am not a religious person, but I am very spiritual, I just know that Cindy Bowen (who would sometimes care for her, just like my children did, when I went on trips out of the country that she couldn’t go on) has scooped her up already and is holding her tightly. I will always love my Coco Girl in a special place in my heart where she will live forever in me.
I knew this time would come. My heart feels broken but full. The tears and sadness come in waves, but I will be ok. My precious “little girl in a dog costume” passed away in my arms Monday night. She did it surrounded by people who loved her and who love me at the home of Macy and Chad, and I will always be grateful for the way she went naturally and without pain. She didn’t want me to be alone when she left me. I know that. I will never be able to truly thank Macy and Chad for everything they did that night from helping me to ink print her paws to swaddling her little body. She was my shadow and by my side for 17 years. How lucky was I?! “Coke, Cocoa Choka, Doots, Dootsie, Buttercup, Princess, Pie Pie,” and all the other nicknames I’ve had for her over the years, was my heart and soul. She was “Cocoa Mocha Latte” to Macy and “Little One” to Fisher. She was the healthiest and most agile little pup for 15 years with not one health issue. In the last 2 years, she did have a couple of health issues, but she always rebounded as best she could for her age. While I will terribly miss her snuggles, her kisses, the constant companionship and her total unconditional love, I am choosing to remember the wonderful times we had. She loved “chick-chick,” watermelon, blueberries, pumpkin, peanut butter, flying high in the sky, checking out all the airport dog parks, her blankets, and licking my coffee cup. In her heyday, she could hop up like a Mexican jumping bean, run as fast as lightning, walk swiftly down the street to her favorite spot to do her “business,” do the “humpty dumpty” with her favorite stuffed animal, Pinksie, and sing at the top of her little lungs along with me. She loved to ride with me to the “dump dump” and the recycling center as the “navi” and me as the “gator.” Her favorite piece of clothing was her Dawgs jersey even though she did tolerate me putting her through years of Halloween costumes. She was a sassy, protective little something in her younger days, and she grew into the most gentle and sweetest girl ever. She was never a yapping chihuahua but saved her barks and growls for protection of the one she loved the best. She was mine, and I was hers.
I will have her cremated on Saturday morning here in Massachusetts and bring her ashes home with me where she will rest forever. Although, I am not a religious person, but I am very spiritual, I just know that Cindy Bowen (who would sometimes care for her, just like my children did, when I went on trips out of the country that she couldn’t go on) has scooped her up already and is holding her tightly. I will always love my Coco Girl in a special place in my heart where she will live forever in me.
May 13, 2006 – July 24, 2023