It's day 3 and we still haven't found Coco. I am beside myself with frustration because I have so many school obligations I can't take the time to properly go and look for her and put out signs until tomorrow. I've cried for three solid days now... I know it isn't good for me to keep up all this crying, but I've had Coco for so long. She's family. She's not even a real dog, y'all. She's a PERSON in a little chihuahua body. I've missed a school assignment and am walking around like an idiot, but I just don't know what to do without her sweet self waiting for me and seeing her little waggedy tail when I walk her. She puts her tail high up in the air and whole but shakes whens he wags her tail and she breaks out into her little toothless, old lady smile. I am SICK without her.
We told Ryan Coco was lost, and he did't help matters any by reminding me that she's old. Then he said she may have gone into to the woods to die alone. It didn't help when my husband echoed his sentiments without knowing that's what Ryan had said. I can't imagine Coco wanting to die alone. She knows how much I loved her and I promised her I wouldn't let her die alone. I always imagined that I would have to put her down from old age and she would die in my loving arms. Losing her this way hurts so much. I don't know which is worse. But I know I would NEVER have let her die alone. Ever, no matter how hard it was for me. Coco was always loving, affectionate and faithful. She loved me and could stand me when I didn't love myself or could even tolerate myself.She's always been such a good friend and companion to me that I owed to her to see her through her old age and I would have NEVER let her die alone. I owed her that, no matter how hard it was on me. I love her that much.
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