I wrote about a week ago or so about my baby Bently passing away. I am still crying. I know you can all understand that. Also, I cannot get some things out of my mind that make it worse. You see, my husband and I got a call to go out of town (2000) miles as my mum has been sick and they didn't think she was going to make it. Of course, my husband and I jumped on a plane right away. That was a Wed. night. We flew overnight. On Thurs a.m. we called our dog sitter to see how the boys were. She said Bently hadn't eaten. Since his cancer he had become a bit fussier. My husband and I had decided that if Bently didn't eat dinner that he was going to fly back home on the Friday to get him to eat. We just thought he was being a fuss-cat. Anyway, Thurs. pm our sitter said he still hadn't eaten. We told her that my husband was coming our to help. That night Bently passed away. IT BREAKS MY HEART to no end that we were not there to help him pass. We were not there to hold his paw. We have only left him twice before and that was when he was doing really well. I cannot believe that the second night we were gone he made his great escape. She found him on the kitchen floor. It makes me cry thinking that he just died by himself. I would have got his favorite blankie for him and some tennis balls that he loved so much... I am just crying so hard and all I do is cry when I think of the lonely way he passed. Of course, we had no choice but to see my mum (who is getting better), but why oh why were we not there. Some days I just spend the afternoon crying about all of this. I am inconsolable. Thank you for listening to my broken heart.