Okay, so. Yesterday we were taking Miss A back to her Dad when we got one of the phone calls you hate to get but know is inevitable.
The groomer called to tell us that Bentley, Known to most of you as The Crackhaid Dawg, had crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
To say I was crushed would be an understatement.
This Dawg was pretty much my first pet. There were some dogs and cats in my childhood but they never stuck around for long so I wasn’t really attached. Bentley was mine. We had him from Puppyhood and he was so cute and so sweet.
He was who was there when my daughter attacked me. He sat in my lap and licked my tears.
He would curl up in the bend of my knee when I was sick or depressed and just STAY there for hours. Never demanding my attention. Just being there.
He provided endless hours of love, comfort, and entertainment. And now he is gone.
We brought him home last night. His little body wrapped in a towel in his kennel. TWH unwrapped him so I could stroke his little ears and say goodbye. Today we’ll take him to the vet to see if we can find some answers.
Then we move on, I guess. We move on as a family diminished, because he was one of us.
But I will miss him.
Bentley. Making me work for a good picture of him.
Goodbye Sweet Boy.