My best friend's dog, Duke, is being put to sleep this morning. Duke is almost 10, and they found out riddled with cancer and a tumour against his wind pipe. He has gotten very skinny and is in pain. Duke spent his first night with me, and kept me up all night coughing. Poor tiny guy had kennel cough. He was a featured guest at their wedding, and has been a part of life for a long time. He was a feisty boxer who was diagnosed as a "midget" and was lovely with Quinn from day 1. On our cottage trips, you could see them outside at dawn, Quinn swimming alone in the lake and Duke, not a swimmer up, to his knees watching her from the shore. He pre-dates most of our group pf friend's partners and all the kids. Run free Dukey.

