She was born to an Indian
family in a remote part of Montana and adopted by my son and
raised there while he was in college. She spent nearly every
weekend with him exploring streams, lakes and forests and developed
a free spirit about her that would find her wandering off, but
always returning. She loved people, particularly kids.
Her move to the farm
in New Hampshire was an adjustment. A less wild life, a new master
and having to share him with a sister, Mattie, a big German Shepard
who was here first. In time they became friends and the two of
them were always together. Doing farm chores, swimming in the
lake and exploring the stream or lying around the house. She
still occasionally liked to sneak off alone into the fields nearby,
just like she did in Montana. What a great life!
When Mattie died, Moqua
changed. She did not go far exploring anymore, but stayed close
to her master. No more swimming in the lake, just sitting on
the shore and watching it. Like her friend Mattie, her last day
was also a good one. A morning walk in the field then down to
the lakeshore. Then, later that day, carried home by her master
while her paw prints faded in the sand and the Autumn leaves
quietly fell as though the forest was weeping. They are together
again.
Love your pets and always
watch over them!
John Hartman
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