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:: ...I've got your back, son... ::
Duchess and Tris, Minesing Ontario, 1989.
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My second favorite. Duchess had Tris' back, and anyone else who needed
her. She soaked up endless rivers of teenage tears, wrestled with lonely kids
and made my Dad laugh after a hard day's work. She was my mom's baby on the
nights we went out, no longer her babies, to go on dates and take on new
responsibilities. She was a referee after school, shoving her bulk between
my brother and me if the bickering got too loud. She was stubborn, and she was
forgiving. She chewed the remote and mended shredded hearts. She tormented
my cat and checked on me before she went to bed. She was maddening and
loving and goofy and intuitive. She was just a dog, and yet she has left
behind a hole nothing has filled since. She was our Newf.
April 16, 1988 - May, 1999
"Duchess"
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