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Coco
M:
I think I had my first Coco dream last night. I hear her meow, and I sit up in bed, and I see her running through the room and into the kitchen toward the door. Obviously she wants to be let out. As I watch her disappear into the kitchen, I realize that something is weird, because I am aware that Coco is dead, and I shake it off as a sort of wishful mirage. Due to the nature of the dream, I am not sure if this was an actual event rather than a dream. It was fueled in part by the fact that Ash had decided to stay indoors for a good part of the night, and I was half-expecting her to want to go back out sometime during the night.
V:
Was Coco your favorite cat? I don't know if that is a fair question, but I have been wondering.
M:
I love all my pets. I love Ash and Sammy to death. If one of them comes in tonight with a mangled paw, crying in pain, looking to me for help that I don't have to give, it will be torture for me. If one of them were to stop eating, and I had to watch another cat die so soon after Coco, I might snap. I'd fall to pieces. Yet, I think it's fair to say that I felt something extra for Coco. Remember, it was a calico kitten that first moved me to feed and care for cats. We had Mother Grey and her kittens squatting behind our shed. Pop asked me if we should feed them, and I said no, no way. I didn't want to begin any kind of commitment to those cats. I didn't even like cats. However, one day, I went to take a close look, and I saw that gorgeous calico kitten, and my destiny was sealed. I started feeding them. And you know what they say about your first love. You just feel an extra-special bond there. I love all my cats, but Coco was one of my reasons for getting out of bed in the morning.
I think I had my first Coco dream last night. I hear her meow, and I sit up in bed, and I see her running through the room and into the kitchen toward the door. Obviously she wants to be let out. As I watch her disappear into the kitchen, I realize that something is weird, because I am aware that Coco is dead, and I shake it off as a sort of wishful mirage. Due to the nature of the dream, I am not sure if this was an actual event rather than a dream. It was fueled in part by the fact that Ash had decided to stay indoors for a good part of the night, and I was half-expecting her to want to go back out sometime during the night.
V:
Was Coco your favorite cat? I don't know if that is a fair question, but I have been wondering.
M:
I love all my pets. I love Ash and Sammy to death. If one of them comes in tonight with a mangled paw, crying in pain, looking to me for help that I don't have to give, it will be torture for me. If one of them were to stop eating, and I had to watch another cat die so soon after Coco, I might snap. I'd fall to pieces. Yet, I think it's fair to say that I felt something extra for Coco. Remember, it was a calico kitten that first moved me to feed and care for cats. We had Mother Grey and her kittens squatting behind our shed. Pop asked me if we should feed them, and I said no, no way. I didn't want to begin any kind of commitment to those cats. I didn't even like cats. However, one day, I went to take a close look, and I saw that gorgeous calico kitten, and my destiny was sealed. I started feeding them. And you know what they say about your first love. You just feel an extra-special bond there. I love all my cats, but Coco was one of my reasons for getting out of bed in the morning.