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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