Ten years ago, I took you home in this little basket. I named you Cocoa; ‘Lollipop’ was too complicated and ‘Lighting’ was too boring a name.
This year you’re not here with us. We miss coming back to you sitting with crossed hands like a lady and wagging your tail.
I especially miss you when my food experiment fail because you’ll eat them like they are the yummiest food that you’ve ever tasted. You are truly my biggest fan as I am yours.
Happy Birthday, Cocoa!