Mochi was nearly 11 when she came to us. She was a rescued breeding dog, and spent almost a year with a foster. She never responded to her name, but she would present herself happily for pets. She did not ask for anything but a warm bed, a snack, and to be shown the respect she deserved.
Mochi was a small, furry shiba with the soul of a great hunter. She loved to chase the laser pointer. Every day during the summer she stalked the robin who lived under our deck. She jogged with determination after squirrels, and once, a very aggressive goose.
She loved nightly strolls and snoozing in the sun. She was a stern matriarch to our 3-dog pack. She graciously accepted the arrival and attentions of two human siblings; among their first words were her name, yelled repeatedly and with glee.
Mochi was tenacious. She rebounded fiercely after every setback. In the end, her spirit outlasted her body. We loved her so very much. May her spirit roam free and as feisty as she was in life.