18/08/2023
A story of four broken hearts ๐๐๐๐
It starts in the morning when he doesnโt jump on the bed for a cuddle to wake us up.
No thundering down the stairs after Zak to get his breakfast.
Getting ready for school and work he no longer lays by our feet.
A kiss from each of us as we leave the house, โlove you boy, be back soonโ is echoed from each of us.
Coming home the door opens with ease, no battering ram on the other side, no excited bulldog wiggle butt, no โhello puppy, we missed youโ no snorting, grunting or excited p*e on the floor, nothing, silence.
Working from home without my snooring sidekick under my desk, no going on mute because it gets so loud.
Open the fridge to put cheese on the dinner, where is that bulldog gurgle, waiting for his slice, cooking the salmon, who gets the skin, it has to go in the bin.
No dinner time routine where we all take turns to feed you, no stinky farts when we need to change your food.
No evening walk to chase the birds, no annoying the neighbours with barking to go in, barking to go out.
The girls practice cheer in the garden with no lump in the way of their tumbles, no chasing him for stolen sliders, no playing basketball with him, no playing tag with all the kids at BBQโs, his favourite game.
Open the door to deliveries and guests, nothing to hold back or keep inside.
No playtime, tug or cuddles or butt scratches - all our favourite things.
Off to bed, we still check weโve locked the two back doors that now barely get opened.
We go up to bed, and no thunder up the stairs behind us, no 30kg to jump in the middle for his bed time cuddle.
No snoring, no movement in the night, silent.
And repeat.
A family with a dog is a magical thing. To loose a dog to tragedy is heartbreaking but to loose our boy and not know what is happening to him or why this happened to us is more than heartbreaking, there is no closure, there is no end, we will continue to look for him always.
To my baby Bentley boy; these are just a fraction of the things I miss, I never knew our hearts could hold so much love for your squishy face and big brown eyes, but it does and now our hearts have a bulldog Bentley shaped hole in it ๐๐๐
Home soon my sweet boy ๐พ๐