Coco was a white cat with many areas that were in between the colors of brown, black, and gray, including all of her head from the nose and up. She was with my family when when I was born, and when we moved to the WaterWays community in Florida, up until the summer before seventh grade when she passed away. Sometimes Coco would enjoy going outside. One day my mom let her outside and in the morning she had not come home, which was unusual.
Devastated and worried by the news my mom and I went out to search for her. We drove around the community roads shaking treats and calling out her name. We stopped at the club house to look for her, and we would stop on each road to check closer to houses, under bushes, and in trees.
After a number of hours we gave up. As my mom was telling me to get in the car I took one last look behind some bushes at a yellow house. "Coco! Coco!" I shrieked. "Don't yell Kara, you might scare her!" my mom called out to me. I didn't pay any attention to my mom though as I yelled out Coco's name and went toward her as fast as I could to grab her. As I went toward her she looked up at me, still half asleep and exhausted with her eyes half open as if to say "What's going on?" I scooped her up and ran to the car, crying from how happy and relieved I was to find her. We then got in the car and went home. She probably got lost while on her walk because she was old, however she never got lost again after that incident.
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