I know I've written a lot of posts about Duke and I'm sorry if I'm over-doing it. I just don't know how else to let it out. I think a lot of the people around me are sick of my crying. My mother thinks it's unhealthy for me to keep "doing this" to myself. She yells at me to go to sleep. It's so hard being in my bed alone though. I want Duke to be there on my feet or under the covers with me. I can't stand it.
It'll be three weeks this Wednesday since Duke passed. That's so short a time but it feels like an eternity. I miss him so much. I just want to hold him again. I try to picture him in my mind but I can't. My mind doesn't work that way. It's not that I've forgotten what he looks like; I just can't seem to get the image to form. I'm so scared I'm going to forget things about him though.
Despite the challenges of Duke's life and the pain that I feel now that he's gone, I don't regret bringing him into my life. My only regret is that I didn't get to have more time with him, that I couldn't help him. It breaks my heart that he's not here to cuddle, love, and play with anymore. I miss my baby. I want him back.
Tracy
In memory of Duke, my baby and my best friend (September 16, 2002 to June 1, 2005)