This is the late Mocha.
She became a member of my family 12 years ago. On the first morning I talked to my colleagues at the office that I wanted my sons to learn how to be affectionate to a small animal. That was one of the reasons for keeping her.
About 1 month later, I asked my father to take care of Mocha during one-day family trip. She must have missed us very much. After we came back home, she kept on fawning on me and wouldn’t let me go. We started to sleep together that evening.
One midnight while we slept in my room upstairs, Mocha began barking and refused to stop. I, wondering why, went downstairs and found my father lying unconscious in the bathroom.
He was sent to the hospital the next day and diagnosed that he was in the early stage of stomach cancer. He was operated on successfully and lived in peace and quiet until his last moment.
While my husband was assigned to another prefecture and lived apart for two years, I slept with Mocha on my right side and Aru, another dog, on my left.
Mocha was very friendly even to an unfamiliar guest. She especially loved my eldest son and often nestled up to him on his laps. While he was distant with me at adolescence, I would often feel jealous of their closeness.
When Mocha became sick, my eldest son came home from Tokyo, his new post, as soon as he heard the news. Mocha recovered her appetite when she saw him. This small miracle made us happy. Few days later, however, she went to heaven.
My second son, a college student, came home in a hurry after class, cancelling a drinking party with his friends. He said in a low voice that we would miss her very much.
My sons grew up to be kind and affectionate thanks to Mocha I’m grateful to her. May she rest in peace.
I believe there is a bridge toward heaven, beautifully colored and shaped like a rainbow. I wish I could cross the bridge and meet Mocha someday.