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Dahilas are significant to this page because during the time of Hershi's passing, the dahila bulbs I have planted prior began blooming, facing my direction. As if to comfort me.
Click here to return to the cemetery.
Dahilas are significant to this page because during the time of Hershi's passing, the dahila bulbs I have planted prior began blooming, facing my direction. As if to comfort me.
This shih tzus name is Hershi Henry [Last Name]. Her aliases include Fuzzball, Bastard, Little Old Lady, Ancient Baby, Silly, Lil' Shit, Wee Beastie, and many more.
She was brought home sometime during the March of 2007 as a wee ball of lint. Full of energy and love. We bonded near immediately. It feels like a lifetime ago.
Over the years, she started sleeping in my bed. Whenever she noticed I was sad, she tried to distract me by initiating play. Because seeing her tiny frame try and overpower my hand brought me joy. She always wanted to be with me, but was never destructive or anything when apart. It was only when her sight and hearing began to fade when she truly got worried without me around.
In her old age, she began going blind and deaf. Only really able to see faint shadows and hear loud claps. But she could still locate me via vibrations in the ground. I didn't realize, but when standing idle, I've always tapped my foot. Not impatiently, but almost in a tap-dancing manner. Hershi could feel that from a certain distance and find me from a combination of vibrations and smell. She began showing signs of knee dysplasia, but between stretches and physical therapy in the form of daily walks, it only really showed if she skipped a day or the weather was crummy. Even her teeth, though falling out, never bothered her enough to stop eating.
This page is currently mostly a gallery. I will touch it up more in the future.
It wasn't until late October 2024 that she lost her equilibrium. She tried to operate. Eat, drink, go potty; but we knew she couldn't go on. So finally, on October 30th, 2024, we took her in to be put down. I was offered by both my family and the vet to leave during this, but I decided long ago that I would stay beside her until the end. Even it tore me apart. So while she was put to sleep, they left me until it was over. I pet her and sang the song I'd always sung to comfort us both. Crying all the while.
She passed peacefully, and honestly, that's all I could ask for. I'm so very grateful to have had this dog in my life for 17 whole years.
Rest easy, Hershi.