My Baby Mocha, a wonderful puppy was born December 23, 2007 and finally came to my home on February 16, 2008, when she was a little over 8 weeks. She spent a couple of weeks with me and then I took her to my parents house in St. Louis...my Dad had no idea that I had gotten her!!! So when I went to STL it was definitely nerve racking cause I had no idea how my Dad would take it...and her. I ended up staying in STL for a few days cause I got sick and snowed in. I headed back to CoMo but left Mocha at my parents since I'd be leaving for a conference in Chicago just two days later. Mocha stayed with my parents for a total of two weeks and they completely fell in love with her....completely! It was so sweet to see how Mocha related to my Dad, because she was mesmerized by him, and it kinda reminded me of myself when I was a kid, and even to this day when I am amazed by how cool my Dad can really be. On Saturday March 15, 2008 Mocha, Dad and I were playing in the yard, and actually running towards the garage to go in for a T-R-E-A-T!! My life in those few moments completely changed. I tripped over something in the yard and in the next few moments to minutes all I can remember is my Dad and I were frantically trying to figure out, how hurt was Mocha. I was on the phone with my friend Jenn while thumbing through the phone book to find a vet hospital that would be open till 5 on a Saturday. We wrapped her up in a towel and whizzed down Olive Blvd in West County. At 4:36 Mocha passed away in my lap in the car ride to the vet hospital. When we arrived at the hospital the Veterinarian tried to intubate Mocha and give her epinephrine to jump start her heart, but logically too much time had passed and we could not revive her. This is one of the hardest things I've ever been through, it's the first time I've ever become attached to anything and it was ripped away from me in a matter of minutes and there was nothing I could do about it. My family and I mourned in the Vet's office and at home the rest of the weekend trying to make sense of what had happened. The Vet described to us the reason behind Mocha's death and basically she broke a couple of ribs and we think that it punctured her lung and possibly her heart and she internally bled to death. I know for me, I finally realized how precious and fragile life can truly be, and that you honestly can't taken ANYTHING for granted. It's advice that we've all heard, but it's advice that you truly understand when you're placed in a situation in which you have to rely on those words of wisdom. I reflected on my life and realized I'd been given a multitude of opportunities to learn these important lessons but thought that nothing could happen to me.
Mocha had a wonderful but short 11 weeks of a very giving and loving life...we will miss her dearly for she has made an impression on my family forever. Love you baby, Mocha!!
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