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Dear Coco,
Today, my best friend, you've been gone a year.
You were my guardian angel.
My confidante.
My protector.
But you were not of this world.
You came from a place where—
Language was not spoken.
Only felt—
An unfiltered presence.
Where kindness was the culture.
Not a choice—
But unconditional.
Where patience was your birthright.
Not a virtue.
Simply instinct.
And love was simple—
Not complex.
A connection rooted in loyalty.
I lost you, Coco—
Fourteen years of
Stealing blankets.
Fourteen years of
Rolling over for treats.
Fourteen years of
Becoming who you were.
Of becoming who I am.
Fourteen years of
We—Coco and I.
You had to leave, I know—
Time had called you back home.
But before you left, you gifted me—
A lifetime of gratitude,
A lifetime of joy,
And a lifetime of love.
Thank you, dear Coco.
My angel without wings.
Forever in my heart.❤️