Yesterday, a wonderful member of our family, our Pomeranian Duke, passed away at the age of 17. He was a great dog who was such big part of our lives. He lived a long happy life and made our lives better having him. He was no ordinary dog and didn’t take a liking to many people but once he got to know you, you were a part of his pack.
Duke and I had a special relationship. After my black Labrador service dog, Quetzal, passed away 12 years ago Duke decided to take over the reins. Every day he took it upon himself to watch after me and would follow me throughout my daily routine. Every morning he was there when it was time for me to get up. And up until his final years he would ride in my lap when it came time to leave my bedroom. There were countless times when Duke would know I needed something before I would even ask. He even knew when I wasn’t feeling well.
As for the rest of us he felt the need to be the lookout. He was ready to bark at anything that would pass by the house. It didn’t matter if it was a car, a person, cat, deer, rabbit, another dog or even an aggressive blue jay. And even though he was only 12 pounds, in his mind he was a big dog and was willing to take on anything to protect us, even when it wasn’t necessary.
We consider him a pure gift from God and felt blessed to have him. He brought great joy to my family and he will be greatly missed. We love you buddy!
