Just over a month ago, we received some very bad news. It all started with a cough.
Coco got a cough. We took him to the vets in the middle of the night. He had what sounded like Kennel Cough, but he had been vaccinated for Kennel Cough and so did the dogs he played with.
We started him on a weeks supply of antibiotics and while he was on them, there was no cough. A few days later the cough was back, only much worse. Another trip to the vets and this time we did chest x-rays.
It was the middle of the night, but we were able to get a radiologist to look at the x-ray. He seen an enlargement of the heart. This was not good news.
The next day we had an ultra-sound of his heart done, this confirmed the bad news, Coco had Dilated Cardiomyopathy.
Dilated Cardiomyopathy is fatal in dogs.
We did the research and spoke to others whose dogs had this disease. With some very expensive medications, he was given months to a year. We were hopeful and started him on his meds.
He was a champ about the whole thing, taking his pills with no complaints, over 20 a day, and was looking great. He was playful and eating well. His coat was shiny and the sparkle was in his eyes.
Coco seemed to be doing great, and so we thought we would had more time with him.
From the time we got the diagnoses for Coco, I had one thought, the Love Shack. Coco would not live to see Spring and stay at this favorite places, The cottage. That thought ate away at me.
On Sunday morning a couple of weeks ago, I woke up to a feeling we had to go to the cottage. We had other plans that day, but the plans were changed. I didn’t tell husband about the urgency feelings I had, but we needed to go to the cottage.
We packed up the trailer and headed to the cottage to work on the bedrooms.
The weather was beautiful and we spent the day with Coco, as happy as he always was. He played and was the first one to jump in the bed, once we had it together. We had an awesome day.
That evening, all was well. Coco ate fine and played well. He got tired his usual time and we went to bed.
In the middle of the night Coco woke us up, he was dreaming. He was kicking his feet and chasing squirrels in his dreams. Husband and I woke up to check on him. He let out a little bark at the squirrels in his dreams and then in the next breath, he was gone.
Coco died from sudden death, he had a heart attack, just like they had told us he would. We got only 3 more weeks. Not months or years like others had with their dogs.
Cocos last day was filled the way his life was. He was happy, he played well, ate well , spent time at his favorite place and died in bed with mommy and daddy.
We are relieved that he did not suffer and his life was full to his last moments.
The heart wrenching pain of loosing him, was beyond words. We had all gone through so much together, he was my best friend, confident and our baby.
Coco got me through some pretty tough times over the past 5 years. For that, I will be ever grateful.
For those who have never had a pet, animals are family. They are the fur babies. You build your life and home around them. And usually you like them or rather love them more than most people.
The love is pure. There is no judgment, no explaining , it is simple and easy.
Coco’s loss was felt by many. There were many tears from family, friends and neighbors. Coco was loved. He had a beautiful life and in giving him one, he gave us one.
This Sunday, we will go to the cottage for the first time since we lost him. I am sure there will be tears at the Love Shack.
Coco’s Photo album
We have over a thousand photographs of Coco and more memories than that.