Hi, my name is Coors Light, but you can call me Coors. For most of my life, my sister and I were a team. We worked, ate, played and slept together. Of the two of us, she was the serious one and she kept me safe and made me feel protected. Tragically, one fateful day in 2017, my sister died of a heart attack. I was devastated. I felt all alone and became very depressed. Every day, I wandered around looking for her. But with the help of my human family and my herd, the wounds of loss have begun to heal. I have learned to be with other friends and I have started to become happy again.