The Bed

The first several nights I had trouble keeping track of her. I had her in a box beside my bed. She would cry....afraid to be alone (her litter had 10 other pups). Wanting to comfort her and show her that all was safe, I would lift her up on the bed so she could snuggle and settle down. Unfortunately, the bed wasn't that big. Sometime during the first night, she fell off the side of the bed. The wrong side. She fell between the wall and the bed. We had to do some quick adjustments to make that safe for her.

The next night, again I lifted her up on the bed when she began to cry. This time the bed was pushed up against the wall, so that side was secure. Late into the night I was awakened to her cries. I looked and looked, but could not find her. Finally, I looked at the foot of the bed. She had fallen into the closest (just inches from the foot of the bed, covered with a drape). When I pushed the curtain aside, there she sat, looking up at me…begging to be saved.

Maybe it was because those first couple of times, maybe not. Hershey would never sleep in bed with me again. She loved to sleep on any bed she could get up on. However, when you would get on the bed with her, she would only cuddle for a little bit, and then leave.

During the day, Hershey was usually left home alone in the house while we were at work. She didn’t seem to mind. In several places where we lived, she had her designated spot on the bed in front of the window. There she could look out at the world around her.

Hershey always had this uncanny knack for knowing what time it was. In the morning she would wake us up just before the alarm. At night, she knew when we were coming home. She also knew when it was the weekend. Because on the weekend, she was part of the plan. No sleeping in on those days….Hershey was always ready to get going.