Sniff, sniff, sniff, our dog Duncan has met a tragic end. He was killed by a cougar yesterday afternoon.
My husband was checking the fence around our property, to see if any trees had come down on the fence with the big winds we have had lately. He had his quad and both dogs were with him as they normally are when he is out and about on our property.
He heard a wailing about 30 feet to his left, it stopped after a minute. He called the dogs, Maggie came and she went home when he told her to. Duncan never came. My husband took his axe but the willows were very thick and entangled at that point and he never felt safe with cougars out and about on our property.
He came home, got his gun, went out to look for Duncan. Never found a trace of him so the cougar must have lifted him and carried him off. He went out in the evening after supper and never found a trace either. Duncan never came home overnight so we are almost 100% certain he has met his demise with a cougar.
Duncan lived to retrieve and to hunt. Every night after supper, he parked himself 3 feet in front of my husband and stared and stared and stared until my husband relented and went out to play retrieve with him. What an enthusiastic dog, as my husband says "I will never have another dog as good as Duncan."
RIP Duncan.
