Saturday, October 3, 2009

DUNCAN R.I.P.


Duncan died this morning at the Vets. He has been sick since last Sunday night when he threw-up (sorry Cath & Ems). He would not eat or drink anything on Monday and the rest of the week. I took him to the Vets on Thursday for an X-ray and nothing showed up. The poor thing just was getting sicker and sicker and laying down out side in the rain and cold and getting weaker and weaker. It was so sad watching him die and not being able to do anything about it. I took him back to the Vets on Thursday and they put him on an IV and gave him shots of antibiotics. When I left him at the Docs I pretty much new it would be the last time I would see him and pat his head and say "good dog". She called at 7 this morning and said he passed away early this AM. We don't know what he got but suspect it was a liver tumor. Shirley something intestinal and/or organ related.


Duncan as a pup with me on the construction job for the olympic village in SLC and the U of U. sitting in the big forklift I drove.


Cute pup in the snow.


A little older puppy in the ditch by the Rieker house. Even as a pup, he didn't like to get out of the water. During hot days he would lay down in the ditch and cool his belly.


Handsome head on this dog. Mom and I liked his color and markings a lot. His big brown eyes always got to me and I couldn't resist slipping him food from the table and taking him for rides in my Pickup.


He loved people so much and would always go over to greet people on the street or in the neighborhood. He would follow the school children to the bus stop at the bottom of the hill by Woodfields. He got hit by a car when he was about a year old and I took him to Dr. Davis in Springville. He was out for a day and then I picked him up four days later and he looked like this. In a way we have had him with us on "borrowed time" now for 8 years or so.


The "Bowfinger" shot. He so loved his tummy tickled and scratched. Thats one of the things about him I'll miss the most.


Matt and I dug his grave this afternoon and he is right next to Tiny Elvis. The pile of black rocks are over Tiny E and we are standing by Duncan. We said a prayer on the grave and he is now resting at the Airport. R.I.P. Dunk.

I would like to invite any of you peeps that care to...to take a moment at 10 PM on Wednesday the 7th of Oct to drink from your favorite beverage (I'll have a Martinillies, hope Skippy can get a Chocolate Malt) in a toast to the memory of our good loyal, happy dog, Duncan. Kisses, Dad

18 comments:

Matt said...

Special dog for sure, that Dunk. I will never forget all my friends when ever they would talk about my Dad, they would ALWAYS mention Duncan too. "Where's Duncan?!" in a loud, deep voice was a very common saying among my friends.
I'll have to go get some Yoo Hoo or a Jones Soda. You heard the man, get out your favorite beverage of choice!

Amy said...

So sad for you, Dad. I know Duncan meant so much to you. He has been a great friend and companion to you for many years. I can't count how many times I've seen you driving around town with a "pretty blonde" in the passenger seat. Rest in peace, Duncan.
Nice post, Dad.

Emily said...

Ah dad, I was so sorry to hear about this. I know how special he was to you.
We'll certainly be joining you in that drink- perhaps we will pick up a Martinellis ourselves or perhaps a pear Christian Regal- or if all else fails- can't beat a good ol' Coke. Either way, we'll toast to the ol Dunks.

Sue said...

I'm so sorry Dad! Duncan was such a good looking dog and I know he meant so much to you. I hope you are doing okay.

Sue said...

Hi Dad, it's Cat on Sue's computer. So sorry to hear about Dunk. Hope you're doing OK. I'll for sure do a toast, is that Duncan's birthday or something? Love you.

Pops said...

Thanks guys, for checking in and going along with the toast/memory. No, Cat, his birthday was Sept. 19. Wens night was just a random time and date. I fugured I would be stopped bawling by then. I am doing good now. Mom and laughed about duncan as we getting out of bed this morning talking about his funny things he would do in the morning and how he enjoyed this and that. Fine dog, but still a dog.

Haley said...

Oh so sorry Grandpa. I hope you are doing well, I know Duncan meant a lot to you. Poor thing sounded like he was pretty sick, it was his time. Always hard losing a pet. He was sure a cute puppy! Good post and we will join you on your toast, good idea. Hugs from us!

rob said...

Hey George-
Sorry to hear about Duncan. Sounds like the ol boy had quite a life!

Neaners said...

So sorry Uncle George. Losing a pet is so difficult. I can't imagine what a mess I will be when I lose my Frodo. I will be with Emily on Wed so we can toast together even though I only met Duncan a couple of times..I am with you in spirit. Hugs!

Pops said...

ODE TO DUNCAN: WHERE'S DUNCAN? GOOD DOG!

Tonight is the night. I got my Martinellies chillen in the garage. I got to thinking last night that if I was really doing the memory thing for Dunk, I would use his favorite drink. I rejected that quickly as I couldn't see mom and I dipping a cup in the toilet bowl for some water. hehehe... I still miss the pooch my canine friend.

Amy said...

Good one Dad. yuck.

Sue said...

Dad, your last comment made me laugh so hard. I'm going to cheers Duncan with a Black Cherry Fresca.

When I got home from work this evening, Tosh had gotten into the kitchen garbage. He spread garbage all through the kitchen and living room. And, we had done a pork roast on Sunday, and he took the shoulder bone onto my bed and chewed on it all day. So I had bone and dog slobber all over my bed. He gets into the garbage like once or twice a year, so it's not a habit of his. I started to get mad at him, then I looked at his face and just melted. He knew he had done wrong, and all I could think was "at least I still have a dog to yell at". So, I apologized to him for leaving such enticing things in the garbage that he couldn't help but knock over the garbage to get.

I'm so sorry about Duncan Dad, and Cat, I'm sorry you lost Kurt too, and Dave lost Maggie. I know Tosh's time is going to be sooner than later, he turned 10 this year.

Haley said...

Me and Marcus toasted Duncan with our first glass of egg nog for the year.

Amy said...

This does seem like the year to lose special dogs...hang in there, Milo and Tosh!

Pops said...

yeah! Matt & B and Mom and I did our toast. We had our Sparkling Cider and B had water and Matt Naked Juice. We toasted Duncan and then held hands and sang Koum-by-ya. No..just kidding on the singing. We talked about Duncan and his sweetness and his hardheadedness. Fun time! Nice sort of closure for me if there is such a thing. Thanks all you guys that did this and I loved some of your texts. Viva, Tosh and Milo the last of the old breed.

Cat said...

Jeez. I just got an e-mail from my friend Joanna. Her dog of 15 years just died. Knowing Joanna, she's in a world of hurt.

Pops said...

Stand up for dogs!!

my w.v. is prooria. There are a few takeoffs from that word that I had better not get into...

Pops said...

I still miss Duncan. Too many things remind me of him. Just everyday things. The pain is gone. Just miss him doing his duncan things.