cocoa

tracyTracy said:

woof, woof, woof, woof.

ed note: it’s the first webcomic i’ve done that incorporates sound. i’ve wanted to try and use sound for a while, but there needed to be a good reason and this time i found one.

got a pet story?

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Ms. MM said:

2:41 PM

I’m raising a puppy for a service dog organization. I’m going to miss him a lot when I have to give him back.

jon doe said:

11:27 AM

my dogs were like my brothers… i grew up with them. but they were big dogs, and big dogs die young. one weekend, i went away to a friend’s house. i was there for nearly three days. my mom came to pick me up, and on the way home she told me.

he had broken his leg… they took him to the vet…it just snapped, didn’t make any sense… he had bone cancer.

they put him down before i even knew.

one year later, his brother was diagnosed with bone cancer, in the same leg.

sometimes i think he died of lonliness.

Anonymous said:

10:07 AM

i love the last drawing. sad and beautiful.

nancy milford said:

10:07 AM

The morning before I was to catch my flight to Istanbul my dear puss, Macintosh, threw up. Big. Explosively. Not like a regular cat does with a hair ball. She’d done it once before, earlier in the week. But then she stopped and I thought she was okay, which was a relief because I was hurrying–the usual dumb stuff which I always do at the last moment, a hair cut, manicure, a few desperate emails. But she wasn’t. She hid in my big closet behind the shoes and suitcases. Quietly, way back in the darkest place, even with the light on. I called the Vet. He said on Saturday he left at l. It was Saturday.It was 12. But there was an Emergency Vet close by and I raced to take her there.

When I called from Turkey the vet told me she had cancer which was blocking her intestines. I was 6,ooo miles away. When I read your Cocoa I wished I had a mother would could reassure me, give me a hug. It wouldn’t change what happened, but maybe then I could have buried dear Mac in some corner of Washington Square, where she would be near where she used to live. And as you say join the life-cycle and be absorbed back into our lives…sort of.

laurel said:

10:06 AM

that was so sad. i knew where it was going but still. thank you for the cry.

thumpie said:

10:06 AM

i really appreciate you’re sharing this story. i think everyone has lost a pet and been sad. i remember by first pet, friskie, a gerbil (a cousin of shortcake?). i buried him under a rock near a big tree outside my house. i know exactly where he is to this day..

Anonymous said:

10:06 AM

Red color and sound effects are a really dramatic touch…good comic.

Anonymous said:

10:05 AM

this story makes me cry. love the drawings.

vince said:

10:05 AM

lovin the cocoa story!!

lizbeth said:

10:05 AM

hi is me liz I was taking a look to all the things u have i really like cocoais really interesting.

good luck in ur new comic.!!!

Anonymous said:

10:02 AM

My cat Baby died just over a year ago. As silly as it sounds, my cats death was the saddest experience I had had up until that point. I had never lost anyone, not even an animal. We used to give him this flea medicine, but he’s a Persian so you had to give him a special kind. My mom bought the wrong kind, and a few days later a vet said that kind could kill him. We thought, oh please what a thing to say just to get people to buy the more expensive stuff… but then 2 weeks later he got really sick and seemed to be really out of it and immobile. We thought maybe he just had a cold, but one day I woke up to find him laying there in a pool of sweat. I rushed him to the vet and that very same day he said chances were I’d have to put him to sleep.
I fell asleep after she left and went into this deep deep sleep. I had this really calm feeling come over me a little later and felt completely at peace. I believe that was the time he was put to sleep. For the next few weeks to follow I would have extremely clear dreams of him where he was shining in this bright light and really happy. I woke up crying from one one time, but only because I missed him so much. I miss him now :-\ Shortly after this though, a cat came pawing at our back-door. She was a beautiful cat and I fed her since we had cat food. She never left. She has had 2 liters of kittens and we have now had all of them spayed/neutered and take care of them as out door cats. I’ll always miss my Baby. The outdoor cats were a nice transition though :)

Marcia Stigums said:

10:02 AM

Great story fo far - I’m eager to see where it goes! Made me think of my dog growing up (actually there were three, Buffy, Paddington and Maggie). Maggie was a black lab, golden retriever mix, who, we were told when we got her from animal rescue, would have very short hair when she grew up… NOT! Anyway, once I was driving with Maggie when she was a puppy, and she was kind of lying on my chest snuggling her head in the crrok of my neck. I was like, ‘that’s so cute!’ Then she looked up at me with big puppy eyes, paused, and then puked a lot all over me… yuck! Not a pretty story unless you knew Maggie :-)

Anonymous said:

10:01 AM

and then what???? update us soon!!

cybele said:

10:01 AM

I’ve had so many pets in my life, some amazing, some total duds. When I was 12, I had a border collie named Gillis. We had a rope strung up in a tree. He liked to amuse himself by jumping up and taking hold of the rope in his mouth. And he’d just swing back and forth for an hour, suspended by the rope in his mouth the whole time. It was crazy looking! I also had a cat named Acrobat whom I loved more than any pet I’ve ever had. She was a little tiny chocolate Burmese. I got her when I was 11. She slept for many years curled up in the crook of my neck. When I went to college, I took her with me. And if I ever spent the night out, I’d come home to find she’d punished me. She would unroll all the toilet paper and spread it all over the apartment. Then she’d drag the bathmat into the bathtub, and poop and pee on it. Animals are so much more complicated than we ever give them credit for.

bruce said:

10:01 AM

I never understood how amazing a relationship with a dog could be until I got to know Sherman. He was rescued from the subway (he got on #2 the train at Macy’s). We took him home immediately. I was a bit afraid of him because I’ve never been around bigger dogs, much less street-wise pit bull mixes. Sherman loves to fetch, especially really big sticks. One day I threw a big stick for him and it hit him in the head. He came runnning back to me and burried his head in my arms. He needed comforting and he knew I could provide it. That moment made me realized that dogs are people too. He continues to be one of the most affectionate creature I’ve ever met.

emily m said:

10:00 AM

Noah doesn’t know his own strength. He’s a large white labrador with a block for head.

I looked into his eyes the other night and decided that he reminded me of my cousin Alan, well-meaning but otherwise oblivious.

Then I asked my husband what he thought Noah might have been before this life as a dog….he replied, ‘a rock’.

Noah has many names; No-No, Coffee Table with Sawed Off Legs, Little Man, Blockhead. The last one is particular to this story in that Noah’s not too smart, but he has a couple things committed to memory: Ball and food. Everything else that happens to him in this life is a complete novelty even though they might occur a few times a day, a hundred times a year.

One of those things is when he knocks something over with his tail, which wags ineleuctably every time either I or my husband catch his eye. If he happens to be in front of, say, a trash can his tail will knock it over and cause an awful noise. At this point Noah stops breathing, gets a panicked look in his eye and then whips his head around to see if he can find out who caused such a stir. It’s a sight to behold; the complete and utter fear and confusion that overwhelms him every time this happens. To see a creature so unaware of its body in space and of the power of his own tail.

Anonymous said:

9:59 AM

When I was 4 years old I begged my mother for a kitten. Day after day I petitioned her until finally she gave in. On the day I went to pick out my kitten there were only two kittens left from a litter of eight. I began to cry because I didn’t want one to be alone. All of my mom’s Dr. friends convinced her I should have both of them. So I went home w/ two kittens. I named them Fluffy and Mushy, they became the purrfect companians for me.

All of my dolls went to the thrift store after a few months, because Fluffy and Mushy would let my friends and I dress them up, push them in our toy strollers , ride in our bike baskets and basically do anything we wanted to do.

When I went to visit my dad, he even had to buy a a special ticket for the cats to fly, or I wouldn’t want to go. When I went to sleepover camp I wrote letters to my cats and requested to speak with them on the phone. They were always happy to hear from me.

Anonymous said:

9:59 AM

i used to have a dog named teddy bear. he was a dalmation and he ate the rubber on my sneaker. ruined like 5 pairs.

Anonymous said:

9:58 AM

my first pet was named claude. he was a gray and white cat. my parents got him for us. he fell out of our fifth floor window twice and lived. actually he’s still alive and really old now. just sleeps all day