Dougal, in his prime, was a great hunter. He was also a gentleman such that he only brought one of his many victims in the doggie door. The Opossum was still alive but unconscious. Dougal was so proud of his catch that he wanted to share the glory.
Dougal went peacefully and is with St. Francis (patron saint of the animals) who also keeps watch over Snapple and my other pups that predeceased Dougal. All are playing happily at the Rainbow Bridge awaiting the time when we will be reunited.
