My dear Coco,
The amount of joy you brought into our lives was immeasurable. I still remember you as the little girl who came into my home in my arms and I had to reassure you that none would do you harm. You grew into a beautiful lady and bore 11 pups, all of whom settled into beautiful and happy homes, hopefully like yours.
I have learnt so much from you. How you were a good, kind mother and so patient and loving and nurturing. You taught me patience too, and calmness. You were full of life and loved everyone who came home – no bias, no racism. You are and will always be my loving baby.
You aged gracefully and with dignity and class. The way you carried yourself. The way you spent hours hoping Mum would give you some more watermelon, which I did. I don’t think papad will be the same in this home. Or any meal, without you by my side.
My days began with a cup of tea and biscuit for you, without which you would not let me sip and enjoy a sip. We would sit together under the frangipani and listen to the parrots on the mango tree and enjoy our morning silent conversations with ourselves. You loved dosas when you were pregnant and would eat them every day. You always got fresh home cooked meals, and never dog food. You loved fruits and ate healthy, just like me. You loved the crackle of crisp papad and would follow me around like a mascot. You would sleep beside me, like your son Max now does, and until the end you tried to climb the stairs to sleep with me. He has the same zest for life as you did. Despite being a hunting breed, you were a gentle soul. My loving senior citizen lived in diapers in the last few months.
Your grace and presence is in everything. But life has to move on and you have found light….
Love,
Mum