After losing our 14 year GSP, we were looking for a dog to help us heal our hearts. I called Pam Kennedy and she suggested Duncan who was in rescue and 3 years old. My teenage daughter was really struggling with our recent dog lost. When we went to see Duncan, he ran right up to her like they were old friends. We knew our fate was sealed. He had boundless energy and a zest for life. He was impetuous, demanding, entertaining and we loved him deeply, He provided endless hours of entertainment and comfort. He was a beautiful boy, and he knew it. He loved to dress up for Halloween and Christmas. His main passion was attempting to remove all rocks from Lake Erie. He spent hours digging in the water, carefully plucking them out and placing them on the beach. Then when he was 9, my son, who jogged with him, noticed that he didn’t quite keep up the way he once had. After a vet exam and X-ray, we discovered that his lungs were full of cancer. Within a month, we were forced to say our final goodbyes. This brave boy took it all with dignity and grace. About two weeks after his passing, I was driving and missing him terribly wondering why he was taken so soon, when I saw a woman walking a very elderly lab slowly up the street. He was very gray and hobbled, and it occurred to me that Duncan would have been miserable as an old feeble dog. His vanity, charm and endearing personality had always attracted people to him, and I smiled. I believe his mission for the six years we were blessed to have him was to remind us that you have to embrace life everyday like it may be your last. Duncan we thank you for choosing us!