It’s hard to say goodbye to someone who managed to touch so many different lives and help so many people out. Today, she’s off in that majestic distance she stared into while an endless parade of hands pet her fur and scratched her head. For that, I will be endlessly grateful to her, as I know that countless others are as well.
She helped the Duke community endlessly through times like that, and she did so in a way that she loved. Nugget was my guardian angel in times when my mental health went south, at times that I was questioning what the point of keeping on was. She was a reminder of the good left in the world, no matter how tough the times got.
I firmly believe that at points this year, Nugget saved my life. Every time, Nugget was there with that same smile on her face, that same unconditional love for everyone on campus. I ran into Nugget multiple times right after leaving exams that went poorly, or in the middle of studying for three midterms in the same week, or when I had only gotten a couple hours of sleep and had seven things left to do before I could go back to bed. It seemed like Nugget was always there when times were worst. She loved attention in a way I’ve almost never seen before, and she was more worthy of it than anyone or anything I’ve ever met. It felt like she knew me personally, coming right over from a group of people to sit down next to me and let me pet her, but perhaps she was that way for everyone. I thought it was bad luck not to pet her, and I stood by that. I made countless detours across the quad or mid-run pauses to make sure I got to say hi - even when that made me late for class.
No matter what I was doing, I would interrupt it to go pet Nugget. I tried hard to make the most of it, without knowing we had so little time left with her. Still a freshman (well, rising sophomore now, I suppose), I only got to see her for a year. I only got to know Nugget for a short period of time.
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