It’s been a long time for an update. Practically speaking: Mocha is still on the run. There have been a few potential sightings, but none with photographs. Some seem potentially related to other lost dogs. So, it’s very hard to say where Lost Mocha dog might be roaming.
**How to help: Please continue to keep an eye out if you live in areas where she’s been sighted – primarily north of Freedom Blvd from Valencia Road to Corralitos Road and north (Eureka Canyon). Due to the size and terrain, active searching is not feasible or recommended. We’ll post if we need specific help and when things change!**
If you’re just joining the saga, thanks to our newspaper ads or signage or various other activities: We have done ALL the usual things (and then some) in an effort to keep awareness up about Lost Mocha. You can read the list here. We continue to run classifieds, craigslist ads, social media pages, and yes, Mocha is microchipped. She is apparently living outside. Sightings have been over a broad area, and Mocha does not want to come to humans.
Without much concrete evidence or sightings to go on, I have consulted again with a few animal communicators aka animal psychics. Yes, multiple psychics. (Even my pseudo-spiritual activities need a statistical, comparative approach.) These intuitive professionals agree that Lost Mocha dog is alive and well. They also say that she does not want to be seen or found by humans, at least not now. She is apparently happy and “making it work” in the wild. For now. There was more. We’ll see. I’ll take it.
That’s the Mocha story.
Something bigger happened in my life, which is why I haven’t updated the blog or communicated as much. I lost someone I love about a month ago. He died very suddenly and unexpectedly. Grief, in all of its forms, rolled in harder then I even would have imagined. It’s been a stormy, ocean tide… uncontrollable, messy, unpredictable. The experience has been devastating and life-changing.
My context shifted in an instant. Suddenly Mocha seems merely misplaced – she is not gone completely (it would seem.) The sadness I’ve shared over “losing” Mocha, chronicled in this blog, was very, very different compared to the heartbreak of losing a love forever.
Certainly I’ve recently experienced a much more wrenching, deeper grief, but these losses also “felt” different, in a way that I can’t accurately describe with words. Animals and humans touch our hearts so individually and uniquely. When we lose them, the emotions and feelings are also unique, reflective of each being and relationship — and of course, the scale and status of the “loss.”
If the psychics are right, Lost Mocha is not “lost” at all. She left of her own volition, adventuring into the night through a not-quite-latched door. She’s trying something new. I’m heartened by the thought of Mocha embracing her inner wild dog and canine free will (hey, it’s California). I visualize her hanging with her bad-boy coyote boyfriend, eating pinot grapes from the vine and bossing the dumb deer around…and hopefully, maybe, someday soon, inspired to come back to her old pal, who could use a few dog-kisses right now.
“Not all those who wander are lost.” J. R. R. Tolkien