Dear Coco,

We remember the day we picked you up — so small, unsure, and full of wonder. You stole breakfast, jumped into papa’s bed, and filled our lives with joy and chaos. You grew up chewing our shoes, playing along with your gang, pressing your tiny paws into my face during workouts, running in the farm, and making our life feel whole. Then one day, you were pregnant. It was new for us both. We took you to the vet, watched your belly grow, and waited. One morning, you brought eight little lives into the world — lying still, strong, and full of instinctive love. We visited during breaks, soaking in those tender moments, trusting the caretaker with the rest — unaware of what we’d come to regret.

We remember the day we picked you up — so small, unsure, and full of wonder. You stole breakfast, jumped into papa’s bed, and filled our lives with joy and chaos. You grew up chewing our shoes, playing along with your gang, pressing your tiny paws into my face during workouts, running in the farm, and making our life feel whole. Then one day, you were pregnant. It was new for us both. We took you to the vet, watched your belly grow, and waited. One morning, you brought eight little lives into the world — lying still, strong, and full of instinctive love. We visited during breaks, soaking in those tender moments, trusting the caretaker with the rest — unaware of what we’d come to regret.

We remember the day we picked you up — so small, unsure, and full of wonder. You stole breakfast, jumped into papa’s bed, and filled our lives with joy and chaos. You grew up chewing our shoes, playing along with your gang, pressing your tiny paws into my face during workouts, running in the farm, and making our life feel whole. Then one day, you were pregnant. It was new for us both. We took you to the vet, watched your belly grow, and waited. One morning, you brought eight little lives into the world — lying still, strong, and full of instinctive love. We visited during breaks, soaking in those tender moments, trusting the caretaker with the rest — unaware of what we’d come to regret.

We remember the day we picked you up — so small, unsure, and full of wonder. You stole breakfast, jumped into papa’s bed, and filled our lives with joy and chaos. You grew up chewing our shoes, playing along with your gang, pressing your tiny paws into my face during workouts, running in the farm, and making our life feel whole. Then one day, you were pregnant. It was new for us both. We took you to the vet, watched your belly grow, and waited. One morning, you brought eight little lives into the world — lying still, strong, and full of instinctive love. We visited during breaks, soaking in those tender moments, trusting the caretaker with the rest — unaware of what we’d come to regret.