Cover photo for Duke Chenault's Obituary

Duke Chenault

d. October 16, 2017

We lost our precious Duke unexpectedly October 16, 2017. To call him a dog hardly seems to do him any justice. He may have been born a dog, but he left this earth a true gentleman. I adopted my sweet boy December 21, 2007. He was my very first love. He was my first baby in every sense. From bottle feedings to me carrying him around until he grew too big to be on my hip. He was the ONLY constant in my crazy life before I settled down and grew our family. He was my spooning buddy, and most nights in his younger years, we shared a pillow tucked in tight together. He was my gentle giant and cuddler to all who were willing. He gracefully guarded my daughter, and through the years patiently let her do whatever she wanted to without a flinch. He was her protector and her instant best friend the day she was born. His deep bark and silent constant affection were pure therapy. He was my shadow, never allowing me to feel alone, and never leaving my side.

During the times in my life when I had no one, I had my Dukeman. His unconditional love and companionship is a blessing that I will forever be so grateful for. He loved me, when I didn’t even love myself. In fact, I think he truly taught me how to REALLY love, and he made it so easy. It’s remarkable what his presence did for me in so many of my darkest times. He wasn’t just my dog, he was my very best friend, and family. I could never repay him for all the joy and comfort he brought to my life every single day for the last ten years. The day I adopted him was one of the best days of my life, and the day he left us will forever be one of the worst. The hurt we feel in our home is immeasurable and he will forever be missed. If love could’ve saved him, he would’ve lived forever. There will eternally be a void that no one else can fill in my heart. I adopted him so that I could take care of him but in reality… he TRULY took care of me.

It broke our hearts to lose you,

But you did not go alone.

A part of us went with you,

The day God took you home.

If tears could build a stairway,

And heartaches make a lane,

We'd walk our way to heaven,

And bring you back again.

In life we loved you dearly,

In death we love you still,

In our hearts you hold a place




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