Goodbye, buddy

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“I talk to him when I’m lonesome like;
and I’m sure he understands.
When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands;
then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes,
but I never say naught thereat.
For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes,
but never a friend like that.”

W. Dayton Wedgefarth


I remember the first time I realized I might actually care for this dog. Before that moment, I’d had about 4 years of grudgingly tolerating this hyperactive beast everytime I’d visit my parents in Ohio. The moment of realization came a few days after a trip to Ohio, during which I noticed that Duke might be calming down some in his maturity and may even have a sweet side to him…when he wasn’t barking, running, jumping, or slobbering. I might have even petted him once or twice during that visit.

Then came the call from my dad that Duke was missing. He’d disappeared the day before and they’d been all over the countryside looking for him and asking neighbors and local farmers. I felt sad for my Dad, but figured Duke would show up. He’d occasionally run off before to frolic with local farm dogs (and by frolic, I mean he probably fathered puppies all over that county) and he always came home. But then came day two, and still no Duke. By day four, I was calling my parents morning and evening asking if he’d been found. That was the moment — the moment I realized I cared about the dumb dog. I was elated when on day five, Duke was found four miles away, where he had wandered up to a strange house, lost and hungry. (Fortunately the UPS man delivered a package to that house that day and recognized Duke — after all, he’d been greeting him with full barking vigor in our driveway for four years.)

A few years after that, my parents decided to move and go back to college. Surprisingly, the hardest part of that entire life-changing decision was deciding what to do with the dog. They couldn’t take Duke with them to college. Perhaps they’d have to give him away. That’s when my heart nudged my head and I called Dad and said, Bring him here. I’ve had a plethora of pets in my life — cats galore, hamsters, guinea pigs, gerbils, rabbits, and even a rat at one point. But never had a family dog been mine. Dogs were the enemies — they chewed on my hamster (and a few Barbie dolls), chased my cats (at the encouragement of my brothers), snored under my bed at night, and left foul odors and slobber everywhere they went.

But I called Dad and made the offer. And soon after, Duke came to live with me. All 102 pounds of him. The rule was that he wasn’t allowed in the house. That rule lasted about a week. That’s all it took for me to go from caring about the dog to loving the beast. Even though he was big and clumsy and drooled and snored, he was such a lovable guy. Until his dying breath, he was fun loving and happy-go-lucky, even in the old arthritic pain that consumed him for the last three years.

And surprisingly to me, he was loyal in a way that no other pet had ever been loyal to me. The way he looked at me with complete trust, admiration, and love was amazing, especially since it was so undeserved. (I’ve jokingly said to friends that the day I find a man to look at me the way Duke does/did is the day I’ll know I’ve found the right one.) It’s been five years — much to the chagrin of Sadie, the cocker spaniel who really owns and runs my house and the neighborhood — and I’ve never regretted the day Duke worked his way into my heart.

I thank my Dad for sharing him with me — we’ve both had the joy of Duke following at our heels on long hikes through the woods, looking down into those trusting eyes, evening rituals of sharing our popcorn, and being loved unconditionally and passionately every time we come home from a sometimes unloving day in the world.  Yes, it’s true — Duke was a true friend. And he is already sorely missed.

Thank you to my friend, Mark, for his nice tribute to Duke on his blog, Appalachian Treks.


8 thoughts on “Goodbye, buddy

  1. What a warm story you tell of being a reluctant dog lover ultimately won over and forever changed by the relationship. My heart goes out to you. Thank you for sharing.

  2. Oh Lee~ Such a wonderful tribute to such a loving companion!! We were truly sorry to hear of your loss….just know we are thinking of you and know your pain. Remember who loves ya kiddo….hugs, “mom & dad” Adams

  3. I’m so touched by your story and can only imagine your sorrow. We have a beauty called Lucy who looks ever so much like your Duke and is a wonderful friend and family member. She has helped to raise my grandchildren, watching over them and herding them away from danger at times, and she’s so loyal and caring toward all of us in the same loving way. Lucy too has lived with more than one segment of our family and has touched so many lives with her wonderful, sweet nature. Lucy has just turned 13 and is still very healthy and active. I have had occasion to think of what it will be like, someday, without her and my heart goes out to you today.

  4. Thanks so much for sharing your pet, and your story. I know the pain of losing a friend and hope that the memories will help keep him alive in your heart.

  5. We will also miss seeing Duke. He was always so nice to Bonita. Our Jack Russell, though is alot like Sadie…she is THE BOSS! We are saddened by your loss.

  6. Very nice Lee. A beautiful dog. Where in Ohio? I grew up in Waverly, just south of Chillicothe and spent summers in Bluefied WVA/VA. I have a Big Black lab and know the feeling. right now I have four dogs, a horse, two cats and sundry wild life. Currently live in NM. At times I miss Appalachia, it is its own unique country. Nice family, you look blessed.

  7. Thanks, Will. I grew up in the Cleveland area (Bay and Avon) and in high school we moved to Loudonville in Amish country. My dad was born near Chillicothe in Athens County and my grandparents’ ancestry is there. My parents are now in Dallas, Texas. Interesting connections. Thanks for following my blog and your kind comments!


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