Duncan
Duncan seems like a new dog. He is acting like his old self again. Amazing what a couple of pills can do to a dogs personality. Duncan is the best thing that had ever happened to me at the time. He has been with me through the good times as well as the bad. Looking at his wrinkled and always curious face brings a new found happiness within me that seems to shine light on my darkness. Dear God will I miss him. Ever since the news of Duncans inevitable death I have been the most sad I have ever been in a long time. The last time I was this upset was the death of my grandmother. Now that I think about her, I realize how much I really, truely miss her. If God could give me one miracle it would be that my mother got a chance to reconcile with my grandmother. I can still sense the pain my mother feels whenever my grandmothers name is brought up. I wish I could see a happier version of my mother. In all of her faults I still believe my mother is the most miraculous, unbelievable woman ever. She never stops amazing me with all the stamina and encouragement she gives me everyday. I wish I could show her how much I really love her.