Ode to a friend.

After a long, long night, I'm very heavyhearted to report that we put Duke down last night. It seemed all his "sheep" activity caught up with him. After a week and a half of not eating and two trips to the vet, we saw the rock in his belly that would have taken a massive surgery to fix. We discussed our options with the vet and he warned us that if Duke eats rocks (which he does often) then there is a high likelihood we'd be doing the same surgery again in a few months time. We just can't afford that. I said my goodbyes and Cody took Duke for a last drive into the hills. Unfortunately, Cody and I learned a hard lesson last night about pets and responsibilities, and we've shed many tears since.