Archive for February 2012

Mocha Gets His Wings

February 29, 2012
Mocha the Wonder Dog!

Mocha the Wonder Dog!

My little Mocha, my beloved miniature Doberman pinscher is an angel now. He met an untimely death, much too soon for me. He would’ve been five last month.

He was such a sweet dog with an awesome personality and a really expressive face. His little tan-colored eyebrows were constantly rising and falling, giving him a concerned look. He loved it when I sang “The Roof is on Fire” to him, replacing the word “roof” with “Moch.” He would wag his tail wildly.

He had a ton of nicknames – Moch, Mochacino, Mocha chocolata, Mocha Toka Choka, Mocha java, Mocha face, Ciao Ciao and Bat boy – all of which he answered to. Maybe I should’ve called him Prancer because of the way he strutted down the street, his little butt shaking from side to side. Wherever I walked him, in the red rocks of Sedona or the beaches of Massachusetts, people stopped to pet him and comment on how cute he was. “This is Mocha,” I would say. “He’s a really good boy.”

He was really a funny dog. He’d walk on two legs a lot, mostly in an effort to see what food was on the counter. He once stuck his entire head in a castle-shaped cake that I’d made. Of course, it was so funny; I couldn’t get mad at him. He loved kids so much that he’d walk up into a group of 10 kids who were hiking and sit right in the middle of them so they could pet him.

When I got the call that told me he was gone, I was shocked. I couldn’t believe it. I’d just dropped him off the day before. Some part of me must’ve known he was going. I made a point to sit and hold him for awhile before I left, not something I normally do when leaving for a trip. I remember leaving and thinking I should turn around and go back and see him, “that’s silly,” I told myself, “you’ll see him next week.”

I was very calm as I heard the news. I just kept pacing around the kitchen as I listened. It wasn’t until the vet asked me if I wanted his body to bury or his ashes to keep, that it started to sink in. She told me his death was immediate. What other result could there be? Big car, little dog.  I told her through tears that I just wanted to let him go.

Of course I didn’t want to let him go, I wanted him home with me and I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I couldn’t believe I was never going to see him again, never going to hold him and cuddle with him again.

For the last month I’d been thinking how much cleaner my apartment would be without him shedding and how much more freedom I’d have to travel without having to be home for him. Now I cherish every one of his hairs that I pull off my clothes, stopping to examine them before letting them go.

I am still so sad that he’s gone. I keep hearing his collar jingle in the middle of my workday, or I think I caught a glimpse of him curled up on my bed, but no. He comes to me in my meditations, sits with me and wags his tail.

I know in time the sadness will pass and I’ll be left with only the good memories. I love Mocha very much and he loves me still… wherever he is… that’s the way it is and the way it will always be. He’s always with me now – my forever mascot.

Mocha was a comfort to me through some very tough times in my life. Very often, in Arizona, it was just Mocha and I hanging out. He kept me company all day and every night, never leaving my side. Many times my friends would come to walk him and he wouldn’t go with him. He’d sit stubbornly and refuse to budge, preferring to be with me. I can only believe that the tough times are behind me now, or he never would’ve left….

Everybody loved Mocha. Most of all, me. I feel him around me now and know that his mission here was done. He completed it the way he did everything: with fun and love; grace and ease. Mocha helped me open my heart, and for that, he earned his wings. I’m very glad for the time I had with him, my beloved Mocha-faced dog. Thank you, Mocha!

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