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The good times didn’t last. We had to move and couldn’t take Coco with us. I left her with my uncle but saying bye to her was hard. I felt like I was never going to see her again and was heartbroken. Who was I supposed to go to when I was down? After a while, I decided to get another dog because my uncle had fallen in love with Coco too and I thought I’d never be in the same house with her again. I tried to replace her but as much as I loved my new dog, it wasn’t the same. I missed Coco, I missed her company.
After more family drama, I went to move with my uncle when I was 17. It was too perfect because I was back with Coco at a time when I felt I really needed her support. We got back to our old ways of hanging out and making each other happy.
After a few months I noticed she started limping when she would run or even walk sometimes. She would sleep more than usual and wasn’t very playful anymore. My Coco was getting old and she wasn’t the same.
I didn’t really think much of it until one night. There was a banging at the door and I opened it. It was our neighbor from across the street, a little boy. “Dude! Coco got hit and she’s dead!” I felt my heart hit my stomach and I panicked. I ran and told my uncle. He went to the street to grab her. She had been hit by a cop car. The cop was visibly upset, in fact he was crying when he gave Coco to my uncle. I guess he also had a dog and felt terrible about what happened. Coco was still alive but covered with cuts. Our family surrounded her. We all tried to comfort her with blankets, water and food but she would only stare at us blankly.
[pullquote_right]There was a banging at the door and I opened it. It was our neighbor from across the street, a little boy. “Dude! Coco got hit and she’s dead!” I felt my heart hit my stomach and I panicked. [/pullquote_right]
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t watch her lay in pain so I went inside and waited for the next day to see how she was. The next morning I went to check on her and she was laying in her own vomit. I cleaned her up and tried my best to comfort her. I kept telling her that everything would be ok and left to school. Later that day I got a phone call that turned my life upside down.
If there’s anything worse than being heartbroken, that’s how I felt. I couldn’t think, my chest and my stomach were heavy. Tears rushed from my eyes as memories floated through my head. I had just lost my best friend. She accepted me, understood me and loved me when no one else did.
Having this experience has taught me to be a bit more optimistic. I was so negative and Coco has shown me that you have to make life what you want. Staying negative will make everything around you as negative as you are. After losing Coco, I don’t really think I would ever want another dog. I don’t want to go through such pain again. To lose a bond so strong so suddenly is like losing a part of yourself. Coco took a piece of my heart with her to the grave, but I am thankful for the memories I have of my times with her. They help fill the void of her absence. Happiness is what she has brought me and I’ll always be happy when I think of her. As always a best friend would want another to be happy alive or not.
