I screamed and fought. He needed me. I grabbed his mane and cried. I shook his shoulder but he still wouldn't move. I stood up and pulled his bridle, he wouldn't move. I screamed his name, calling for him to stand up.
Please, I yelled, don't leave me Duke, I love you! I fell down to his shoulders. I love you Duke I whispered to him. My voice was shaking. I love you more than anything, Duke, good bye, I'll miss you and I promise I'll see you again, my good boy, you are such a good boy.
I held his head in my arms like I always used to. His eyes were shut. He fell asleep in my arms again, but this was the last time. I kissed his forehead and his muzzle. I was crying softly now, I was telling him over and over how much I loved him. I rubbed his head where he was always itchy, where he used to lean into me because it felt so good, and gave him one last hug.
I let someone, I don't remember who it was, carry me away. I cried on
this person's shoulder, this stranger I didn't know. There was a group of
adults and some little kids around. They were crying and hugging, but they
didn't know. How could they be upset when they didn't lose anything. I had
lost everything. I buried my head in the stranger's chest and cried softly
to myself. I love you Duke, I whispered. That was the last time I saw my
friend.
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