Coco became her tether. In those early days when loneliness crept like fog, Coco sat beside her. When the nights stretched too long, Coco’s small breath lulled Lisa into sleep. She wasn’t just a pet—she was a balm, a quiet presence that kept her whole.
Two years later, Coco had grown into a sprightly little dog, full of energy and curiosity. She ruled the house with joyful mischief, claimed every sunspot in the yard, and followed Lisa from room to room like a fuzzy shadow. Lisa often called her “my heartbeat on four legs.”