Duncan

He came to me August 11, 2011.  He was so, so skinny, loaded with whipworms and frightened to death.  When I took him from Chelsea, he wrapped his front paws around my arm.  He had been thrown away like so much garbage.  Chelsea found him way out in the country down a dirt road.  I took him home with me.  Of course my others accepted him right away. 

He didn't know what a bed was.  When I made him a bed with towles on the floor of my bedroom, he just stood there and watched me.  When I finished, I put him on it and he sat with his head ducked like I was going to hit him.  When I turned away, I hear him tentatively scratching at his new bed.  He jealously guarded that bed for 3 months, then he moved to my bed with Abby and Jock.  He has been a real joy to watch him come out of his shell, to join the rest of my flock.  He went from crabwalking to strutting around and demanding. 

I am afraid we have reached the end.  He would not eat this morning.  I have been having to encourage him to eat, but this morning he refused to eat anything.  So, I am taking him to see Dr. Cargill this morning. I want him to examine him and if he says it's time, I will let him go.  I will miss him so much.  It hurts so bad everytime I lose one.