Duke
My Family found Duke at a dog pound and for the next 10 years. He was the best dog I have ever owned. We found out that duke had cancer. But at 14 years old duke still loved to hunt Pheasants. Just 3 days before he died we took him out and he was over joyed wagging his stub tail as he locked on a pheasant. We all miss you duke. But maybe god or my father needed a good hunting dog in heaven. We all miss you as you completed our family.
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