To say that I didn’t know that it was coming would not be true. Moka has been getting old and it was showing. I suppose I feel a little disconnected now that I live across the country, but it is still sad that she has now joined Mika in doggy heaven, or as Nana would put it: “the dog is on the roof!” As I write this, my parents are on their way up to our house in Franconia to bury Moka next to Mika so that “they can double team woodchucks...