You died so young. Your sister, Chloe, she misses you probably as much as we do. She howls at night, because she’s all by herself.
I can’t really write much about you because we only had you for 7 months and about 5 of those months you were tied up outside with your sis. To me, you were a studmuffin, not to mention incredibly lovable.
We got you two or three days after our other dog, Sasha, had died. I had picked you out of all your brothers and sisters because you were shy plus you were the colors of a husky, black and white, which almost made you look gray. You had to be taken out of your mom’s dog house because you wouldn’t come out.
Your sis on the other hand she wanted all the attention. I think it was you that your mom kissed before we took you home. You were the same colors as her. Your football is still outside in the yard. I cry about every time I look out my window and I don’t see you in the yard.
The man that ran you over said he didn’t see you. At first I just thought you were playing in a puddle, until you stopped moving and you didn’t respond when I called you.
Dad cried when he put you in his truck to get you cremated. The whole family misses you, I wish you could come back, Dukers. I’ll miss you always, you were my studmuffin and always will be.