Monday was a tough day for me and my son.
It has been a year since Watson died and it really hasn't gotten any
better for us.
I see thehamish sighing and sometimes trying to nap on my foot or toy
much like he did with Watson. He grew up with Watson always around
and he misses Watson as much as we do.
Sometimes when it is very quiet in the house I can still hear Watson walking
checking the our home.
Every night till he got very ill at the end of his life, he would get up and
walk all around the house checking on everyone and then cuddle back to sleep.
As much as I have love all my dogs, Watson was just a perfect old soul.
Here are a few random photos of Watson and some with thehamish.
No matter where Watson would nap thehamish would find him and cuddle in.
My sweet old love.
I love this photo of Watson.
He loved Mia and ever since she was a baby he was very protective of her. He rallied
last summer when they visited. The last time he will have seen her.
Watson died two months later.
One of the last photo I took of Watson.
The famous two headed Scotty of Tucson.
Watson put up with so much from thehamish.
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