Coco was a part of a litter of dogs being given away from the trunk of someone's car in the parking lot Wal-Mart. What made me get a dog after just being a homeowner for 2 years, I don't know, but it was indeed the most entertaining 13 1/2 years of my life. Coco was my guard dog that barked loudly all the while backing up, my shadow every time I got up to leave the room, my shotgun rider to stick his head out of the window and feel the rush of the wind on his face, but mostly my companion because that's what I needed. Everybody loved Coco and Coco loved everybody. He wasn't a fan of other dogs so when he had his 6th birthday party he got all the love and attention from his people friends. He loved running around in circles and soon earned the nickname Rodeo Dog. As he aged he developed a number of health issues and it was his most recent one that forced me to not be selfish but allow him to be at peace. He's been with me all these years and I was with him comforting him in his final moments reassuring him that I would be ok and that we all loved him dearly. I love you big baby!