The husband and I left the house early to go to the lease place to check/feed cattle. As we pulled out of the lease gate, the husband got a call from our neighbor. He said he saw Duke alongside the road. I could tell by the husband's conversation, it was not good. Our plans for the day were no longer important. As we made our way home, it came a downpour. Thoughts were racing thru my head...maybe it's not Duke, maybe he's only hurt and we can rush him to the vet. As we got closer to the house, my heart dropped. We found him along the road in a field. I jumped out of the the truck and went to him. As the rain poured and the tears streamed, I knealt down in the mud and stroked his sweet head. His beautiful life had been extinguished. The husband grabbed me and put me in the truck. I sat there bawling as he placed Duke on the flatbed. Then he drove us both home.
The husband buried Duke on the tank dam overlooking the place. He said that was the last place he saw him sitting. We had went out to the tank on Christmas and let the dogs play. His grave is marked with a wooden cross along with his collar and tags. As I cried at his grave yesterday, the husband hugged me and said, "He was a good dog. He will continue to look over us from here." Yes he was and I know he will be in my heart forever.