Cocoa showed up in my life in the fall of 2004, just when I needed her. She was a stray and my neighbor had been feeding her, but she had 3 other cats. Cocoa strolled into our garage and then on into the kitchen… deciding, hey, nice place ya got here, would be a shame if it didn’t have a cat living in it. Now it does. Boom.
Cocoa was a large and lovely lady kitty, lots to love, and we all loved her a lot. We had a group meeting regarding her name (my neighbor had been calling her Spreckles, which we didn’t like). After much discussion, we decided upon Cocoa with the caveat from my youngest that it be spelled Cocoa not Coco. “Coco looks like a stripper name,” she said. Cocoa had a super sweet and interesting personality, and soon we adopted a little sister for her because I liked having two of everything. Cocoa was probably 6-8 years old when she arrived in our lives and unfortunately already had a limp from arthritis.
By 2011, the arthritis had progressed to the point that she could no longer walk without pain. Also, I had moved and the stress of new surroundings didn’t jibe well with her. We tried some medications, but they had no effect. After she stopped going to her food dish, she lost a bunch of weight, and we said a peaceful, medicated goodbye.
I like to believe Cocoa was happy with us for those 7 years. We were lucky to have her.
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