Earlier this month, a little white fuzzball full of kisses came bounding across Rainbow Bridge with tears in his eyes. His name is Bently, but to his family, he is Sir Licks A Lot. The Bridge had finally claimed him after years of trying.
By the time Bently surrendered to the dark angels, his body was spent. He had given every ounce of his devotion. His parents had seen him rally remarkably from the brink of passing before, but we only can recover so many times before the deficit becomes too steep to mount.
When he was eight years old, Bentley suffered paralysis. His doctor told his mom there was no hope. The vet suggested that Bently be sent to the Bridge. When his mom looked at her dear boy, she saw a dog that was not ready to give up. She took Bently home and became his physical therapist. Within six months, through determination and love, Bently was running again.
Bently would become paralyzed when his body failed again. Once more, love and determination would triumph as Bently regained the ability to walk and then chased off the bad Bridge angels that were after him.
Following that, Bently was diagnosed with a herniated disc. When you walk the world on four legs, your back takes a pounding. A dog who develops a spinal issue encounters unbearable pain. But Bently powered through his setback for longer than any human believed possible. The little dog exhibited the heart of a lion.
Bentley had a special relationship with his mom. He was a trained service dog who helped her survive the harsh world. It takes a lot of patience and training to become a service dog. I certainly couldn't have done it. The reward is you are never left behind, and you help your parents in ways we ordinary dogs only dream about. You become like a part of your parent’s body. When you pass to the Bridge, the parent not only loses their best friend but their most trusted appendage. It is devastating.
When Bentley was overdue to arrive at the Bridge, the bad angels sent illness after illness to him, and he was able to fight them all off until finally, a simple cyst ended his mortal existence. When it burst, Bently’s body began to shut down.
He lost the ability to walk, to control his bodily functions, and to stand. He stopped eating and drinking. His parents tried everything. They spent a fortune on medications. But nothing could hold back the inevitable. On November 2, Bently went to the Bridge.
From the time he put his first paw on the Bridge, Bently enjoyed his pain-free existence. He was suddenly overcome with an intense case of the zooms. He ran up the steps and past me, through the town square, around the theater, and back to us. His tongue was delightfully curled. Before the end of the day, there would be time for sorrow, for longing, and regrets. There would be lessons taught about to visit his parents in their dreams, and in ghostly forms. There would be reunions and meetings with the other pets who were lucky enough to share a mom with Bentley’s mom.
But for now, Bentley enjoyed his healthy body and being able to run faster than the wind itself once again.