Duke kicks cancer in the butt!

45 weeks ago was the first time I held you in my arms. It was at the gas station. I even remember Greg having to load my car bc I wasn't going to drive myself home with this ball of fur not being cuddled in my arms the entire ride back. We brought you home to help Tazi get through her battle with cancer that she was loosing, in what were suppose to be her last days ended up turning out to be an amazing almost 8 months. For that I could never give you enough kisses, sneak you enough treats or belly rubs. Time is something you can't but a price on. You showed her unconditional love when most needed, you gave her strength and when we needed a light in our cloudy day you were there by our sides. Now I wonder how this is true or even possible, you're just a puppy you were born on 11/10/14 not even 1 yet! Yet again this disgusting disease called cancer has got the best of you and now our family. With all that's gone on with my health and having to be absent from work we are in a tough spot. I believe in paying forward always have and always will. I'm ashamed to have to admit but Duke, we, I need help. Anything helps I don't have the heart to put another dog down due to cancer. I'll treat him before I take care of my own issues, love him too much to let this go or not give this a shot.