I hate it that something devastating had to happen to get me back on track with the blog. The day before yesterday, a member of the community was killed. Mona, Mike’s white German Shepherd, went after a coyote up near LA the day before yesterday and didn’t see the car coming.
Mona was only 4 years old, and she is Mike’s baby. He spends nearly all day fishing along the water’s edge. Trusty Mona was always there at his side.
When we saw Mike at the beach yesterday, distraught, with Mona’s leash in his hands, telling us what happened, it just shattered all who heard.
Our dogs are our babies. As Mike said, “Love your dogs.” We’ll miss you Mona. If you know Mike, give him a big hug when you see him. I wish I had.
I’m sorry Mike lost his dog. I am looking for a Mike that I met in Yarmouk University in Jordan in the 1980s. He was an exchange student from the US. My name is Mona. Could it be him? I was a Biolgy student in the University. I have long hair and I hope he remembers me. I can’t remember his last name, but he was from OC. We lost touch after I went to Saudi Arabia to work.
I talked to Mike, and it looks like he’s not your Mike. He named Mona after a Bo Diddley song. Sorry!