12/3/97 - 12/7/10
Dugan lost his battle to bone cancer. He battled his cancer well, living almost a year after his diagnosis; a year I'm truly blessed to have. It's hard to imagine my house without the big guy lounging around. He was a big dog for a greyhound and most people couldn't believe how gentle and sweet he was. He was truly a gentle giant and his sweetness earned him the nickname "my little guy." He came to me as a foster and found a permanent home instead. He loved getting his ears scratched and his belly rubbed. He loved going for walks, and he made me laugh. I know he's running free with Betty and I'm sure between the two of them they're stealing someone's food somewhere.
I love you, Dugan, thank you for staying with me.Love, Michelle