Our 14-year-old, 5 pound toy poodle died abruptly a few weeks ago. A ruptured gallbladder, acute peritonitis and sepsis and a painful decision to let him go to sleep with grace. After being severely mauled three years ago by a vicious “rescue” Golden retriever let loose on the streets by a lazy, indifferent slug of a person, he was critically injured and underwent enormous surgery with a slow, tedious and painful recovery. It took a lot out of him.
Hershey had been in the family for more than half of all of our three adult children's lives. I think he taught them more than they learned collectively in school, college, Hebrew school and the synagogue. Certainly much more than they learned or ever will on the web.
What did Hershey teach them as he grew from a frisky puppy to a graying sage with cataracts, diminished hearing and a limp from arthritis. Well, he taught them just about everything they really need to know. He taught them about life. He taught them about loyalty. He taught them about trust. He taught them about fun. He taught them about unconditional love. He taught them about tolerance. He taught them about devotion. He taught them about growing old. And, finally, he taught them about death.
E-l malei rachamim,
ham-tzay m'nucha n'chona
al kanfay Hash'china.....
Rest peacefully little friend.