I met Duke's mom back in 1994, I
was living with my mom and aunt and my kids in a modest neighborhood in
Miami. Duke's mom, whom I named Sweetie was part of a pack of dogs that
lived out there in the streets, without a home. They became my friends
and I started feeding them every day when I got home from work, they got
to know my car and would follow me home when I turned into the street
where we lived. One evening Sweetie scratched at my door, it was cold and
rainy, I let her in my room, kinda of snuck her in because my aunt didn't
like dogs in the house, I stayed up with Sweetie that night, she had
Duke, cutest little baby, by morning I knew there was another puppy but
still she didn't give birth to him. I took Sweetie and Duke to the vet
and he took an X ray and found that there were two puppies still but one
was blocking the other so the only way was a C-Section. Blake was born a
C-Section puppy, the other one was not alive. So, this is the beginning of
a lifetime of love with my Duke and Blake. Blake went to the bridge two
years ago and then Duke on November 16, 2010. There were many hardships
and difficulties for the last 16 years in my life but I always took care
of my beautiful boys, I love them so much and miss them terribly.
During the last 10 years or so things have been better for me so they
enjoyed a comfortable life with good food and comfy beds and most of all
so much love from me and my son. My daughters also but my son and I live
together and he loved them very much.
Duke was my companion, my best friend, he was with me all the time that I
was home, he followed my every move in the house and he slept with me.
When he got sick, it came on so suddenly, from one day it seemed like. He
hung in there for me, we communicated through our eyes, he told me he
loved me and I told him I loved him and we'd always be together. I have
his ashes and someday our ashes will be together. I had to put him to
sleep because he was in so much pain and he was 16 years old. I didn't
want him to suffer. I have a lot of pain and guilt and it was the hardest
thing I've ever had to do.
Eyes watching off into the distance
waiting for the moment that feeling
returned to a heart that stopped
beating. As a loved one ascended
on ahead where she could not follow.
Looking off into the distance, just maybe
they would appear over the horizon.
If she looked into a starry sky would a
Listening for the sound of a heart
beat deep down in her soul, but there
was no movement. Waiting for a sign
was so hard to do.
Then she remembered something
she was once told you have too open
your heart to see and soul to feel.
Had she closed her self off from feeling?
Had she blinded herself to what was all
around her? Then she heard a voice
whispering in the breeze. I am always here.
I am your child, I would never leave
Listening again for a heart beat, she felt
there was movement, soft and low
at first then full of hope as faith
Each step you take along this
journey that is life, I take it with
you. When you feel yourself stumble
I am there for you to lean on.
When all faith seems to have left
you, remember faith is born again
in the birth of a new day.
ŠJ.C. Stewart Aka
Feb. 2, 2011
Light a candle in Duke's memory, for a sick, abused, or special needs furbaby,
or perhaps just someone who needs a prayer and a candle lit.