A shelter dog, Coco Chanel came into my life August 1999. CoCo was an older dog who had suffered abuse. I never knew her name before she came to live wirth me, but CoCo seemed to suit her.

Weighing in at about 3 pounds, soaking wet, CoCo quickly found her way into my heart and there she remained and does remain….

Both loving home and hearth, we became inseparable over the years. She loved a car ride and a trip but coming home was always the best part of any outing for her. Perhaps the adjective that described her best was meek–gentle and kind, and that she was…

CoCo left me October 9, 2011. She died in her home, in her little bed with me at her side. I miss her more than words can ever express but will see her again. Of that, I am sure.

Martha