|The handsome pup|
Nothing lasts forever - not the sun, nor the moon. Not a human life and certainly not the life of a dog. I called the old Duke in from the rain one final time early Saturday morning. A thunderstorm was almost on us. He was not doing well at supper and I did not want him out in the rain. I had to look for him with a flashlight. Wherever he had been, he faithfully came when called one last time. When I went toward the garage, he could not go any longer.
Unable to lift him, I got a sheet of cardboard to move him, but realized that he was dying. I stayed with him then until the good dog passed out of his old worn out body, leaving me behind.
He came home in the arms of my son in April of 1999, and took his leave in April 16 years later. He lived a set of four rounds of four, befitting a good and wise spirit such as he.
I do not believe there is a human being on the planet who truly deserves the love and devotion of a dog. I did not deserve such a good companion.
|The old graybeard|
|Inspecting the construction materials|
|Trying to have a back scratch in the tall grass but what happens? JAKE!|
|He asked for so little for what he gave.|
|Nothing Duke loved more than a cold winter morning!|
|Just call and then get out of his way!|
|Now I do not know where his spirit may be.|