Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….
Last Saturday, Bentley got loose. While my mom was trying to catch him, he ran out into the street and was run over by a car. The car was going way too fast down a residential street, and the assholes never even stopped. I wasn’t there when it happened, my mom was though, and she was a complete mess at having to witness it.
I’m completely heartbroken. Bentley deserved so much better. It’s entirely my fault, too. I never trained him to come when called, though I’d always meant to. My procrastination cost him his life. I never exercised him enough which might have prevented him from bolting in the first place.
Part of me wants to get another dog right away to prove that I can do this right. Part of me thinks that I should be banned from having another pet for the rest of my life for being so negligent. Part of me is sick that some small part of me is slightly relieved at not having to do all the work that is entailed with having a dog anymore. (This is why I can’t have kids folks.)
My poor baby. I’m so so sorry.