In Memory.
Jul. 7th, 2006 06:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aquabean'Cause a surprising number of people on here have met him, and a few of you may see this before you see my email.
Dad had to put Duncan to sleep today. He had an embelism in his lungs and there wasn't anything he could do. They have him oxygen and dad got to hold him while they gave him the shot.
We got him when I was eleven. Bear was seven and he was exactly six weeks old on the day we got him. English Spring Spaniel puppies only $100. Mom caved because a little female had won the Westminster Dog show that weekend and mom didn't think the new puppy could get too huge. Duncan was almost 70lbs.
He once swam across a stream in the Sierra Nevada, filled with freezing water as the snow melted in early summer, because dad was on he other side.
He once at peppers and a pepsi can and all the plastic pots my mom kept her orchids in. Though not all at once.
He loved my father more than anything and you could often find them asleep together on the sofa.
He let the poodles climb all over him, and never once bit any of us, or them. Despite the fact that Stewart was forever trying to lick his face, and Tlaloc used to sit on his back.
He was the first dog my family ever had.
He's buried in the backyard by the apricot tree and the avocado.
Dad had to put Duncan to sleep today. He had an embelism in his lungs and there wasn't anything he could do. They have him oxygen and dad got to hold him while they gave him the shot.
We got him when I was eleven. Bear was seven and he was exactly six weeks old on the day we got him. English Spring Spaniel puppies only $100. Mom caved because a little female had won the Westminster Dog show that weekend and mom didn't think the new puppy could get too huge. Duncan was almost 70lbs.
He once swam across a stream in the Sierra Nevada, filled with freezing water as the snow melted in early summer, because dad was on he other side.
He once at peppers and a pepsi can and all the plastic pots my mom kept her orchids in. Though not all at once.
He loved my father more than anything and you could often find them asleep together on the sofa.
He let the poodles climb all over him, and never once bit any of us, or them. Despite the fact that Stewart was forever trying to lick his face, and Tlaloc used to sit on his back.
He was the first dog my family ever had.
He's buried in the backyard by the apricot tree and the avocado.
