Author: Briana

On July 2, 2012, my baby Hershey was tragically taken away from us. We have a tent set up in our back yard because we are having a party soon. There are two ropes hanging down from it to keep it secure from the wind. My brother let Hershey outside on the leash and forgot he was out there (I was sleeping at the time). When he went out, he saw Hershey’s lifeless body. He came into my room crying, and the first thing I see when I walk out is him slightly hanging from a rope. He wrapped himself around the rope multiple times. He even chewed off part of it in an attempt to break free. If only I knew he was out there…I feel so guilty. And my brother is just so upset, he can’t eat or play his favorite computer games because he believes he is responsible for Hershey’s death. “How could I do that to him?” comes out of his mouth constantly. I do not blame my brother, it was just a tragic accident.

On the way to the vet, my brother was driving and I was holding my stiff puppy in the passenger seat, and I heard a slight wheezing noise and a snot bubble formed on his nose. I thought he was alive, but the vet said that rigor mortis already set in. I don’t know how I can live with this pain. I just feel so guilty. Hershey, I love you sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much and I hope you know that everyone in our family wishes there was something we could have done to help you. We would do anything to have you still cuddling with us.
I miss you so much.