This is in memory of my Cooky, she died on May 2nd, just one month short of her 13th birthday. I miss her very much, she use to carry in the newspaper to my 86 year old Mother, when I had to tell my Mother about Cooky, all she could say was, who will carry in the paper now, then she cried. As you can see by this picture Cooky had learned to carry anything at a very early age, she carried this pillow each and every time she went out to go potty. I think it was her security blanket, she hated the sound of the planes overhead from McCord. Even when she went potty she held the pillow up and carried it up ten steps onto our deck and into the house. Cooky had a lot of friends, both human and animal, I hate to even think that she is gone and cannot believe it or maybe I don't want to believe it. I miss you Cooky and will always Love you. Thank you for allowing me to share your short life, now you and Pug are together again.

Yolanda P.