My dear, sweet boy, whoever said ‘a girl’s best friend were diamonds’ clearly never had a friend like you. My companion and champion, my caretaker and confidant.
Your time is near now and I know it’s not fair. Not to you, not to me, not to our family, but nevertheless it is out of our control. I feel we are all being cheated. There are so many things I wish I knew you understood, so many “human” emotions I wish I knew you could feel from me. Conversations that are one sided, save for your wagging tail and slobbery kisses.
I am writing to you now, because if you could read, which I know you cannot, there are things I want you to hear. My feelings, clouded by pain, would be lost after you are gone and there are things I need to say.
You were always the one. I have known you from the second you entered this world. Born with a hernia, later to be called your “Bentley Bump” I knew you were the one for me… I loved you because of your imperfections, which to me made you perfect.
In your short 7 years with us, you have cared for me as much as I have cared for you. You stayed by my bedside when I was sick, you would lay your head in my lap when I cried. You felt all of my emotions and even if you didn’t understand them, you reacted as if you did. When I was happy you would try to climb and lie on me. I don’t think you even realize how big you are my friend, but as the years passed, I could barely breathe under the weight of you… but I never moved. I would never move from you because you never moved from me.
Together, as the original family of 4, you and Gemini, traversed the Americas with us to our new home. You walked the steep roads in Mexico and the lands of Guatemala. You sat, happily tied to a pole, while Abasi and I sang “God Bless America” while being harassed by the Nicaraguan police. You, my sweet, horse sized friend, are awesome.
I need you to know that I am so sorry for your loss of your mama. She was older and had a good life, and I guess just like it is yours now, it was her time then as well. I know it was confusing for you to have her one day and gone the next. You waited at the gate for her for weeks, expecting for her to come back. She’s waiting for you now and when you are ready, we will leave you with her.
I feel like now, in the final days or weeks that we have left, like I have failed you in some way. Maybe I should have walked you more, or told you I loved you more. Thrown the ball a couple more times or taken you to the beach more often. Despite my shortcomings you have always greeted me with excitement and love. Your endless friendship and constant love is evident. I feel stuck trying to prove my own love for you… I pray you feel it.
If you wanted to keep fighting, I would hand feed you every day for the rest of my life if I had too, but I know that is not in your cards. Though your personality still shines through, your frail body is preparing. I can tell by the way you walk beside me and not in front of me anymore, that you are slowing down. Don’t worry my friend, I will walk beside you until the very last moment. I will silently cry into your fur and hold you so that you feel surrounded when you go. I will love you way past your exit from this world.
I love you Bentley, my BoBo. I love you more than I expected to be able to love an animal if I’m being honest. I know it is your time and though I wish I could be selfish, I want you to go when you are ready. Until then, I will hold you, love you and walk with you everyday. I will stay with you until Gemini greets you on the other side. You are my companion and my champion, my caretaker and my confidant until the very end my friend.
If only you could read…
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