Duke
When I was 16 I had a very wonderful dog, Duke. Do to him barking
at a neighbor, who I later discovered had hit him, I was made to get rid
of Duke, who loved me and trusted me. I'm upset about the entire thing
to this day. This is the only dog of my own I had growing up. We had
plenty of room and of course feeding him was no problem. I allowed
someone I loved to be taken from me because I lacked the fortitude to
fight harder. My actions were wrong and unforgivable. I miss him to
this day.
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