Hershey Girl

Tequilla was 2 at the time, a lab/retriever whose surpless energy was draining the life right out of us. A decision was made to get him a companion in the attempts to keep him company and shift the burden of "energy eliminator" in another direction. A local pet store set up a meeting for us with Hershey, a chocolate lab. Now how perfect could that be. Well to keep a long story short there was no visible signs of lab anywhere in her but she was adorable and brought home as an addition to our family. Bark, bark, growl, growl, snap snap and the initial meeting of the dogs was over and Hershey began settling in. Very unique to say the least. Hershey could not be touched in most places without provoking a growl. It took an eternity (2 years) before she was comfortable enough to allow us to do this. She chose her friends carefully and let you know very clearly where you stood with her. For me, she was my baby and as I called out her name she would roll over on her back, tail wagging vigoursly waiting for her belly rub. A loner, more like a cat than a dog she loved to find a spot and watch the world go by rather than participate in it.

Hershey died suddenly on February 5th of this year. With no visible indications of anything wrong it was quite the shock and very devastating at the time. She had followed Glenn to the barn, she loved going there. It was a treat for them just as going to the park in Toronto envoked such excitement. Glenn was doing chores, Hershey Girl watching him and basically she rolled over and died.

Not ready to part with her I had Hershey cremated and now she rests in the hallway along with her collar, baby (stuffed toy) and a photo of her. Once the shock was over I decided to celebrate her life rather than to mourn her death and Hershey Girl indeed had a wonderfull life. She is missed and remembered with such fondness.

When it is my time to go I want to follow in Hershey's footsteps. To be in a place I adores, to go quickly and without lenghty suffering. The ultimate dying experience for the one passing on, not the loved ones who are left behind.