My Sweet Mocha

My sweet Mocha passed away while we were on our beach vacation.  A day hasn't gone by that I haven't cried...I'm just so sad about the whole thing.  Sad that she's gone; sad that it happened while we weren't here; sad that I didn't give her a bigger and longer scratch before we left.  Before we left for the airport, Cooper told me that he thinks Mocha will like sleeping on Drake's bed while we're gone and called her sneaky.  It made my heart smile a little, after we returned, seeing evidence that she did, in fact, spend some time on Drake's bed as well as curled up with Cooper's gorilla, Ooh Ooh.  I'm glad she had those comforts while we were gone.  She was such a sweet, sweet kitty.

Mocha was a part of my life for 12 years.  I adopted her when she was three(ish) and named Copper.  I changed her name, and she quickly became my pal when I lived alone in Austin, cuddling up with me every night.  She and Drake were buddies; she liked to play with the shoe strings of my running shoes (while I was putting them on or taking them off); she would bat at pens as I was writing with them; and every time I said her name, she would meow at me, like she was answering me.

She was a good kitty, my sweet Mo.