On April 3, 2021, we lost our Duke to cutaneous lymphoma and megaesophagus.
I could have lived a lifetime with you, sweet boy.
Gently, slowly, guiding your beautiful blind self around obstacles, into sunbeam napping spots and through big adventures in the woods and lakes. Delighting in your happiness. Grateful for your healing presence. Inspired by your resilience and never-ending trust.
Feeding you bananas while you looked the wrong way.
There was something magical about you, buddy. You came to me in the moment that I needed you most, even though I certainly didn’t think an old, blind, abandoned dog was what I needed. You healed my heart.
You gave the kids and me comfort in quarantine, making it okay to slow down and enjoy simple evenings watching you and Georgia cuddle by the fireplace. You cast a spell over those who met you and brought joy to so many more who could only meet you through photos.
You never asked for anything, but I would have given you the world. I promised you a good life, and I hope you feel like we delivered. Now that you’re gone I can see how much I rearranged my life for yours. I ache for the impossible chance to do it again, for even one more day.
Thank you for letting me know it was time.
Thank you for hanging on until we could all be here to give you the beautiful last day you deserved.
And thank you for the signs letting me know you’ve arrived, you’re okay, and we are loved.
Your Georgia will be okay. She spent time with you after you left us, and she slept in your bed the first night it was empty. I gave her a stuffed avocado toy because you know how she loves to cuddle things. We are taking good care of her.
Cielle, Aidan and I will be okay in time. Our hearts are shattered. Only a love that runs so deep can hurt this bad.
Rest in peace, Duke. Run with eyes wide open. Spread that magical love wherever you go. Know that you are forever loved and forever family, my beautiful boy.