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It hurts so much
Yesterday we said goodbye to our goodest boy, our Dukem Dog. It was by far one of the most difficult situations I have lived through to to-date. Pet owners everywhere will feel me on this. Duke infiltrated every part of our life. And now that he’s gone… everything just feels empty.
No one greets me at the bottom of the stairs when I came down in the morning. No wet nose constantly touching my hands. His little huff/sigh that he would do has given away to silence. He was ALWAYS in the way. I mean, literally. No matter where I would walk in the house I would have to step around him! He’d either be laying in the middle of the floor or walking right alongside me.
No one will ever be able to measure up
We have two other dogs, our chihuahua, Pepper, and our Rottie puppy Princess Peach. They are great dogs, but they are not Duke. No one will ever be able to fill that role.
Duke was THAT dog for us. He was perfect! He would shake outside on command as to not bring dirt into the house, he’d happily lay down and put his feet in the air to be wiped, and he would sit and stay still for just about forever waiting to hear us snap our fingers calling him to us. Duke was the best boy.
Dukem Dog was our first baby and their big brother
Duke has been there for every major moment in mine and my husband’s life together. He was our very first baby. He is in our engagement pictures, he traveled the county with us, and we’d spoil him with ice cream cones. Then when we had our first human baby he morphed into something even more beautiful, a best friend to our kids.
Wherever our kids went, Duke went too. They would lay on top of him, hand feed him, pull/push/ and poke him. That dog took it all in stride and spent every minute he could with them just begging for more.
A bond beyond words
But none of that compares to the bond he had with my husband. I loved this dog so very much, but he was always a ‘daddy’s boy.’ The minute the garage door would open he would run to greet Daddy at the door. Wherever Daddy slept, he slept. Duke was my husband’s shadow. As much as he loved me and our boys, it was always about the Daddy to him.
We are not ok
All I can say now is fuck you, cancer. FUCK. YOU. Even at 10 years old he was fast enough to catch a rabbit last year. He welcomed and helped teach our puppy manners just a few months ago. There is no good way to go, but cancer? Fuck that shit. This dog was an angel on earth, he did not deserve all that pain. And our family did not deserve the pain of being forced to choose when to let our beloved Dukem Dog go.
Duke was a big part of our family. We lost a part of our family yesterday. And we are not ok.