Duke is dead.
When Nova died, I was sad of course. I missed her, but it wasn't long for me to get over it. She had a good home, and we all loved her.
But Duke was mine. He was my dog. I called him "My little Dukey-boy". We went everywhere together, did everything together, from working outside to relaxing in my bedroom. I had not even had him a year, but had gotten so attached to him that we were inseparable.
Duke suddenly and unexpectedly passed on July 20
His grave is beside Nova's, where they used to race with each other down the trail.
The ground was very hard when we dug the grave, so next spring during the rains I'll be able to smooth it out.
Goodbye Duke
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