Coco Marshmallow

Birthday - 3/17
(the day she was born into our family)

Coco was just a ball of matts when I passed her on the road.  I stopped to see what it was, and she came to me with pleading in her eyes.

 I knew my husband would be angry, but I also knew that he is a softie.  I just couldn't leave her there, for an unknown fate. We came home and my 8 year old Valarie immediately started comforting the poor doggie.  She was so bad off that it was hard to tell if it was a boy or a girl. We couldn't even tell that there was a tail!!  We took her for a shave and bath Sunday, and to the vets on Monday.  We were hoping to find a micro chip, but there wasn't one.  We started to search for an owner, and obviously haven't yet found one.

In August, we had to put down our Flat Coated Retriever, and my daughter was broken over it.  More so than we could have ever imagined.  She still cries over her as she hugs her picture. The day she walked into the garage and found Coco, she started healing.  She hasn't come and crawled into our bed once since.  (and she was an EVERY nighter!!!)  The other animals we have (an English Setter and 3 cats), didn't even bother when she came in the house after the vets visit.  It was like she had always been here.  She has her own room (Valaries), she has her own bed (Valaries) she has her own pillow (Valaries) and she has her own mommy (I am sure you can guess...... Valarie!!)

She is as much a blessing to our lives as we are to hers.  I only hope that somewhere out there, there isn't someone else with a broken heart because they can't find their little poodle.