THE SAD LIFE AND DEATH OF DUKE


Larry brought him home

a beautiful fluffy dog

red

and bought him a house

and a leash

and he lived in the back yard.


He was a nice dog.

He never barked or carried on

and he was always so happy to see us

when I brought the babies out to play.


His tail would wag

and wherever I laid Amy he would lay alongside her

keeping an eye on Adam toddling around

like a good family dog would do.


I fed him good

and kept him watered

and made sure his blanket was dry

and put an old pillow in his house

so he would be comfy


but the one thing I would not do

was let him into the trailer.


I was always worried about germs

diseases

bacteria

dog spit

ticks

fleas.


I didn't want him bringing any of that

into the house.


He never gave up, though.

When I would open the door

to help the Adam up the step and inside

and to carry Amy in

Duke would stand aside until I was done


then make a run for the door

trying desperately to get in.


And I would always push his black nose back outside

and scold him

and tell him dogs weren't allowed.



He looked so sad

soft brown eyes looking up at me

silently begging

and I felt so guilty

but I had to put my foot down.


I had babies and didn't want them to get sick.


So he would drop his tail between his legs

and walk back to his house

dejected

depressed


and go to sleep until it was time to wake up

and guard his family again.


One day a guy on a motorcycle

vroomed into the trailer park

noisy

fast

and Duke got real upset

as he got near our trailer

and broke his leash

and rushed towards the guy


who never even swerved

but ran right into Duke.


Duke's back was broken

and he lay on the street

crying

in terrible pain

frothing at the mouth


and the guy on the motorcycle revved up his engine

and left me standing there

with my broken and dying dog.


Neighbors came running out to help me

and Duke was loaded into the back of a pickup truck

screaming

and I ran to get his blanket and pillow

which didn't help him

because he screamed in the back of the truck

all the way to the vet


who put him down.


From that day on, everytime I opened the door

and helped Adam up the step

and carried Amy in


I turned around expecting to see Duke's black nose

poking itself in

brown eyes begging


and I was filled with a terrible pain

for how mean I had been

to Duke.


All of my dogs since then

have been let into the house

even if they did have dog spit

or fleas.




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