In Memory of Hershey
Today, I helped my baby girl on her journey to heaven and it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. Hershey, my 8 1/2 year old English Bulldog literally over the years somehow became my best friend, my child, my soul mate. She did everything with me and to my pleasure attached to me at the hip. She slept with me, ate most of the same things I did, loved the things I do, and loved riding in my truck going “bye bye.” She touched the heart of everyone that met her and every one loved her, she always brought everyone a huge amount of joy. About a year or year and a half ago, she was diagnosed with breast cancer, arthritis in her legs, she had dry eye, was starting to go blind and was losing her hearing. You see, English Bulldogs have tons of love to give, but the downside is that they have a short life span, generally 8 to 10 years, few go beyond that. The love this “dog” gave to me was more than I have ever received in my adult life. It was and still is love with no boundaries, forever and ever, no matter what, a love that has touched me so deeply I now feel split in half and lost half of my heart and soul. Hershey, my baby girl, I still see you everywhere, I even hear you at night when you would whine to have me turn on the light so you could walk down your steps from our bed and have me take you potty. I miss your excitement when I take out the garbage, which you love doing with me. I know this past week when you weren’t able to get up to go with me it broke your heart. The tears now flood my cheeks when I take it out. There are leftovers at dinner, and it’s three plates instead of 4…life is not the same, in all aspects. The only saving grace for me is to know that we will see each other again, you will meet me at the bridge and this time you will help me on my journey to heaven. I can hardly wait for that day as I miss you so much, it could be a week or two, or it could be twenty years or so…but it will be one day that we meet again. I never knew how lucky I could be when I first bought you and told the people I wanted “puppy #6”, we were meant for each other for sure. I miss you and I love you deeply.
In addition, I would like to thank Compassionate Care for their kindness, it was unbelievable, and I would definitely use them again if I had to do it all over again. We were at home, on the bed, I held her lovely head and sang to her until her last breath. The compassion is amazing.
Melanie Maben, Woodburn, Oregon