Mocha the Cocker

I never thought I would be making such a page ever in my life, but Mocha's passing has put a huge dent not only in my life, but was also a huge bill to pay when I went to go pick his ashes up. So even if you have 10 cents to spare, I'd be totally grateful.

Leading up to this day, I had been prepared for a while, but January 2020 decided to throw me a curve by breaking my foot, which meant I was unable to work but also had to pay several bills.

In a way this was a blessing. With the past month off work, I've been able to spend more time with Mocha than I have in a long time. Perhaps Mocha wished for this as he knew his time was near. Spending this time with him, I saw him get more lethargic, get more unsteady on his feet, eat slower, become more old.

The week I decided it was time, it's like he thought a weight had been lifted, he slept all the time, he barely got up for anything, although the smell of mcdonalds fries sure didn't escape his twitchy nose.

I tried everything I could think of to keep him young forever. I know I'm already a very lucky owner as he's already survived his stroke by 2 more years.

I wanted his last moments to be at home, where he felt safest, where he had just pissed on the carpet the previous night (5 times in one hour to be exact), where he had just been fed a cheeseburger, where I knew he'd be happiest.

I always said to myself, I'd rather go broke before Mocha was unhappy or in pain.

I lost my best friend, my furry shadow, but I've gained many life lessons, a lifetime of memories, and a camera roll filled with black furry adventures.

I love you always Mocha, thank you for 17 amazing years, thank you for coming into my life, thank you for being mine 🖤