On January 28th, I had to help my 11-year-old Golden Lab rescue, Max, crossover the Rainbow Bridge. He was inflicted with degenerative myelopathy about 6-months ago. The disease finally got the best of him, and he could no longer use his hind legs or control his bodily functions. My wife and I stayed with Max as he left us, and of course, we wept and have been grieving ever since.

Our other dog, Bentley, a Golden Retriever that we rescued about 3-years ago, doesn’t understand what happened to Max. Animals have no concept of time or death. Unlike humans, animals have no idea that one day they will die. 

If Bentley could write a letter, here is what he might say-

“Daddy,

What happened to Max? He was just here, and now he is gone. Is he visiting another family? I have looked for Max everywhere. I even went into momma’s closet, which I had never been in before. Max wasn’t in there. I thought maybe he was hiding in the garage, but I didn’t see him out there either. 

Listen now.