A post for Watson

Six years ago today, I said goodbye to one of my best friends. I’m not talking about a person. I’m talking about Watson, my geriatric beagle. This post is for him.

Watson came to us via a beagle rescue, who told us that he was “around 8 years old”. It turned out that he was actually 10 years old, almost blind in one eye, losing his hearing, and barely had any teeth. No matter. He stole my heart from the moment I met him.

I often joke that Grumpy Cat is my spirit animal but actually I think it’s Watson. Six years later, I still miss this guy. He was by my side 24/7 for three straight years  (I worked from home back then) until lymphoma took his life. He was intensely sick for a short period of time but even through all the vet visits and medicine, he trusted me completely. Even on his last day on Earth, he looked for me when I left the room and tried to follow me, even though he was so ill he could barely stand.

Continue to rest in peace, my friend. I hope to see you again someday.

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