Hello Everyone,

It's Spencer Steele. Yes, that one, which you've probably heard my father, aka your boxing sensei, speak of too many times. Tragically, we had a recent passing of Patricia's best friend, little Cosette. She had to have an immediate surgery, which my parents had to go to Glendora, get a hotel, and spend the night two weekends ago. It was around $5000, and although she made it another week, after a few more emergency vet visits, she couldn't hold out any longer.

If you know anything about Patricia, you understand her love for animals. Half of the mail received at the gym is for animal causes and safety. Losing Cosette to her is like losing a child. She's a professional dog mom. Chris gets the microwaved food, and Cosette gets the freshly cooked ground chicken off the stove type of thing. In this trying time, I ask for you, if you can, to contribute any money towards a new best friend.

We'd like to find a new good girl ASAP, hopefully before the end of March. It would help speed along Patricia's healing as she also lost her mom not too long ago. She's had a very tough time lately; she had a chronic cough for 5 months recently that just got resolved, only for the loss of Cosette to punch her in the heart.

The last pic is a new potential buddy for her if we can raise the money soon.

Anything is appreciated, even if it's just a hug the next time you see her.

For Little Cosette

At the heart of the gym where the echoes rise,

where fists meet air and spirits climb,

a guardian stood, though small in size—

a nugget of light, a presence divine.

Cosette, the keeper of the admin room,

nestled deep in her cushion throne,

watchful eyes and a soul so true,

a piece of the magic that made it home.

A whisper of fur, no more than a breeze,

a fistful of weight, but mighty in soul,

a sentinel soft as the curl of the seas,

Southern California stitched in her role.

She guarded her sister, stood proud by her side,

with the heart of a lion in a body so small,

Chris and Patricia, her joy and her guide,

the loves of her life, her world, her all.

Now heaven has welcomed its tiniest knight,

where Pancho waits in fields of gold,

joined by her four-legged kin in the light,

running together, their stories retold.

And yet, in the gym, in the thrum of the ring,

where minds are sharpened and bodies refined,

Cosette still lingers, a soft golden wing,

watching over all, their hopes intertwined.

She stands with the others, a guardian still,

protecting the dreamers, the fighters, the strong,

a force of love, unbreakable will,

her spirit alive in the place she belongs.