My baby, my fluffy, biting, squeaky toy loving, hello kitty humping, baby. I love Dukee. This July he will become 13 years old. But today, my baby has left the country, with no plans to return. As I write this, my dog is on a plane (for the first time ever), heading towards country side of Colombia.
My dad has officially retired and built his beautiful house, on acres of mountain side farm land. He's growing his own food and even coffee. To think that Dukee will finally have open land to run around in, makes my insides settle a bit better. It's not easy to let him go... but I know it's for the best. He can spend the next few years chasing after humming birds and playing with other dogs, walk up mountain paths and drink from rivers.
Mom and I will miss him so so much, but there's nothing we would want more for him than his happiness. May his flight, and future life be happy and full of barks and wagging tail. We love you Dukee!
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