September 11, 2003 – October 3, 2013
Digby, an Oorang Airedale Terrier was born on a farm in Leon, Iowa to Cinder Bear and Tank. After bravely fighting cancer for over two years he passed away peacefully at home in Fort Collins. He is survived by his two favorite people; Ryan and Jill (dad and mom), along with extended family and friends who loved him dearly. There were many nicknames he answered to including Diggs, Digglesworth, Digaroo, but the best one was Roo.
Digby was a real dog, a true American bad ass and legend in his own time. He easily could have been rich and famous with a career in doggie modeling with his timeless good looks. Or even star in his own television show about his shenanigans. But Digby never wanted that Hollywood life style and preferred living the good life with his family in Colorado.
Taking trips to the park to throw the ball around was one of his favorite things to do. Just saying the word “park” or even spelling it out in front of him would get his attention quickly. “The you know where” was often used as code for the park, but he figured that out too. In Digby’s mind it was a perfect day when he got a fresh new tennis ball to take to “the you know where”. He also had a crazy obsession with monkeys and collected many of the stuffed variety during his life.
He shared a special bond with his dad that’s hard to put into words. Ryan and Digby did everything together; they were two peas in a pod. They even peed in the backyard at night together. When Diggs would hear the rumble of the Jeep he knew his dad was home from work. He would get overwhelmed with emotion and start howling, crying and wiggling his but all in anticipation of his dad walking thru the door.
Digby was very well rounded and considered himself a foodie because he enjoyed being in the kitchen cooking with his mom and trying new recipes. During the later years of his life he got into gardening. He couldn’t wait for the cherry tomatoes to ripen and would eat them straight off the vine.
He loved a good party especially while being around drunken people on Michigan football Saturdays. When a bottle of champagne was popped to make mimosas he was right there waiting to obsessively chase the cork and chew on it. Digby was a bit of a show off, he enjoyed ripping down tree limbs and chewing them into mulch. There were many times he was seen hanging from a tree howling and causing a seen while he got the perfect limb down. During trips to the Poudre Canyon he enjoyed hiking, playing in the river and relaxing around the fire at night with good friends.
Digby was a very independent and loyal dog who was rarely on a leash. He was a free spirit and had a mind of his own; there was nothing he was afraid of. He loved napping in the snow during the winter and chasing Fred the squirrel in the summer.
Digby was a bottle cap chewing, bee eating, belly up sleeping crazy man. He lived an amazing ten years while making a lasting impression on everyone who met him. He will be missed always and forever.