For the Duke

A friend recently lost his beloved dog, Duke, to cancer. Duke was twelve years old and had spent his days in the wilds of the Chiricahua Mountains in Southeastern Arizona. His mother, Girl, had been abandoned with her puppies, and Duke was one of only a couple to survive. Chuck took the pair in and as they aged, Duke became Girl’s ears and Girl became Duke’s eyes. He’d been bitten by rattlers and gored by javalina but he rejoiced in it all.

“He was the most wonderful life-force I’ve ever had,” Chuck said. A life can’t get any better than that.

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