Moka and me

I know, I know... I haven't posted in a while and I think most of you now know why. Our much loved Berner, Moka Java, passed away unexpectedly April 19th at 4 pm at the young age of 6 1/2 years old. I have no idea what to write, because there is so much I could say about her, so I think I will just let the picture speak to how much of a wonderful, loved doggy she was.

We have her ashes with us now, so things have sort of gotten back on track in the house. Summer will sleep under the table, where we keep Moka's ashes... sort of her way of staying with her pack, I suppose. Tristan has gone outside, looked up to the sky on occasion and will call for Moka - he says he does this cause he wants her to come and play with him. Zach still asks intellectual questions, and Jacob will just say "Moka mort, Maman. Moka mort." When will we bury her, who knows. Right now, I need her close cause I miss my puppy.

Someone asked me recently if we would get another Bernese: my immediate answer was "Its too soon to answer that.". To Greg I have been saying, quite honestly, "No way. There is only 1 Moka.". Now that I look at that little puppy face, I'm thinking... maybe, just maybe another berner. For now, however, we are still working hard with Summer to get her to a good place. We have no idea what was done to her, but its taking a lot of leadership on my part to get her non-anxious and eating to put some meat on her bones. I am battling not only her deamons, but her breed too: it seems that German Shepards are whiners (if only I had known!). The Vet says that she is pleasantly surprised at how well Summer is doing with us - she is on the whole a calm, well socialized doggie and she is doing very well with her commands. Having said all this, its a lot of work for me, so for now, we will stay a 1 dog household.