Friday, February 3, 2017

My Sweet Hershey Bar




It is with tremendous sadness that I need to tell everyone, that yesterday at 6pm, because of a massive tumor on Hershey's thyroid, I had to put him to sleep. I was with him right until the very end, and I'm very glad I could give him love and support in his last few hours. Like his name suggests, he was such a sweet cat and I'll never forget him and never stop loving him.

 Rob had named our other cat Rascal Houdi after a song by Max Webster.  I struggled to find an appropriate middle name for Hershey.  Hershey Kiss?  No ....  Hershey Penn (after Penn & Teller)?  Naw.

I don't know why but in recent years, in my mind, I would call Hershey my sweet Hershey Bar.  If I patted him and he'd close his eyes and purr, letting me know that he like what I was doing, I'd think to myself: I love you, my sweet Hershey Bar.  I love you!

(Yes, I know, this is sounding corny and maudlin, but I promise you that there's some cute pictures ahead.  Plus, give me a break.  I just lost my cat and I'm drinking Scotch and feeling sorry for myself.)












I love you, Hershey! And, I honestly think that you felt the same about me. You were funny and clever and sweet. I'll never forget how you carried your rainbow string and sang to it or how you could open doors. You were an amazing cat and friend. Most amazing of all is that you actually forgave me for running you over as a kitten. But we had almost 11 fantastic years together afterwards.

If there is an afterlife and you run into Rob please say hi and give him a nuzzle for me.


1 comment:

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I am not into cats though but when you have such a lovely partner who won't like it. Thanks for sharing the post with us.