I had to of been 4 or 5 when my parents gave me the responsibility of raising a puppy.
I’ve always been comfortable around dogs so there was never a fear factor. I truly believe that dogs are angels and they were sent here to protect us.
I can’t remember why I chose the name Duke, who was a mixed breed, half Boxer, half Labrador Retriever, but that name fit him perfectly.
Every summer I was operated on to fix my birth defect and any time away from my puppy made it even worse.
I had to envision myself running in the fields with him so I could heal fast and go home. That was my secret, I used the power of positive energy.
That dog was my lifesaver, he had human traits, it’s almost like he understood what I was saying, I miss him dearly.
I taught him basic commands such as sit, lay down, and I even taught him how to shake hands with either paw, and he taught me empathy and kindness, yes Duke taught me those things.
Duke was my best friend, we had a bond that could never be broken, just the thought of him puts a smile on my face, I know he is still watching over me in doggy heaven.
