The day that Coco died:

I NEVER pick up stray animals.  One afternoon on my way back from the golf course, I saw this precious little girl on the side of the two lane highway.  She was scared, and it had just finished raining. I knew that she would not last long on that road.  I pulled over and put her in my passenger seat.  She had no idea who I was and I did not yet know who she was.  I brought her home.  That was almost 10 years ago.   She loved people, but we never had puppy dates so she did not interact well with other dogs.  We had, and still have Snickers, our smaller male mutt.  The quickly became buddies, and were inseparable.  

A few weeks ago, we noticed that Coco was loosing weight.  We started treating her for worms,  She showed no signs of distress, but was consuming lots of water.  Long story short, she jumped into the back seat of our son David's car, and went for a ride.  When David got home and checked on her in the back seat, she was lifeless.  She never gave us any heads up that she was needing more help than we were giving her.  I can only second guess if she could have gotten healthier if we had taken her to the vet.   She was loved, given a good home, and will be greatly missed.

I am now physically healing well after several surgeries,  and hope to become more active in a couple of months.  I was looking forward to taking her for walks, something I couldn't do because of my surgeries.  I am so sad!   I have some good pictures of her, and I have many memories of her being close to me.  I loved her.