Remembering Mocha

Dear readers,

I’ve not been blogging as much as I’d like to largely because I’ve been tied up with quite a few things on the personal front in the past few months which included having my blog hacked and rendered inaccessible for about a week before I finally managed to restore it.

Of all the personal matters that happened in the past few months, the one that hit me the hardest was the death of my beloved dog, Mocha, last Monday night. In case you’re wondering about his name, Mocha was named after my favourite coffee drink at that time.

It’s been close to 2 weeks since his departure. Although I always knew this day would come and that he was getting old, I was shattered when it happened. It felt like my heart had been ripped out with his death. Though he was but a dog to many people, Mocha was like a child to me.

Memories have been streaming back from the time I was advised not to keep the puppy because he was the runt of the litter (which could partly explain why he was particularly small for his breed) till his old age and eventual death. Raising him was not particularly easy as he started off as a pup with an exceedingly poor appetite but with regular check-ups, dietary supplements and a holistic diet, he grew to become a terribly greedy dog with cottony soft fur and bright sparkly eyes.

I wish I could have held him in his last moments but nobody knew because he looked like he was asleep and the vet thinks his heart could have just stopped beating as he rested. Although I’m very sad to lose him, I’m glad that he was blessed and God was merciful to allow him to slip away without a struggle or whimper peacefully in his sleep. I’m also grateful that I didn’t have to make the painful decision to put him down if his illness turned to suffering.

Rest in peace, my beloved Mocha. I will always cherish memories of you and miss you terribly. You were a blessing for me for 12 years. I hope you are playing in Heaven with cherubs, my little angel.