Duncan's Pages
These pages are dedicated to one of man's best friends, Duncan, who
passed away on 6/24/2008 after a short but courageous battle against
lymphoma. Duncan had been rescued from under the
bridge to Riker's island in New York, right across from Shea Stadium
(how appropriate) in 2001. He joined our family on Super Bowl
Sunday. His name was almost Murphy (guess why) and no his
name had nothing to do with donuts. He literally went from rags to
riches - from a stray to King Duncan. He was a real poopie puppy
(whatever that means anyway).
Duncan was smart (most
of the time), playful, fast, liked to jump 6-foot stockade fences
and could be loud on occasion. At times he was confused, thinking
that he was a lap dog.
Duncan's family knows he would have
wished to say goodbye and thanks to all of his friends (both of the
4-legged and two-legged variety), those who helped
rescue him and find him his new family, and Doc and all of his
helpers.
He loved his family and
knew how well he was loved too and how lucky he really was.