On Saturday September 5th
a very cool beautiful morning with a light mist falling,
Dr. Watson died at home surrounded by the people who loved him.
As Adam held him the doctor first gave him an injection to relax him
and help with the pain and then the last injection to free him from pain.
We knew his arthritis in his hip and leg was getting worst but
he seemed to rally when Japanese family came for a visit.
His special little person Mia was here.
As soon as they left he took a turn for the worst. Watson was pulling inward.
Sleeping most of the day, rapid breathing and not eating.
He started to be constantly with Adam, his person.
Sleeping most of the day on his bed.
Another trip to the doctor showed he had a extremely painful
form of fast moving, invasive bone cancer that was spreading.
At 17 (about 95) I had no choice but to relive him of his pain.
Adam took him on one last walk, mostly carrying him
To his favorite places to look for bunnies and sniff the flowers.
Adam asked if I could make his favorite pancakes.
Which he ate and seemed to enjoy.
One of his last photos with a new toy.
We will be looking for a flowering bush/tree to plant by the pond that I can see
from my computer desk.
Watson loved looking at and sniffing flowers, watching the bunnies,
birds and chipmunks that come every day.
We will put his ashes and Kirby's the Scotty he was a companion to
just like Sherlock Hound. They are/will be together again.
I will not be blogging for some time.
If you noticed I have already cut down on the amount of posts
to spend more time with Watson.
I need some time to regroup.
I always thought that even with Watsons age,
thehamish would leave us first.
Extremity offensive language that I do not say or write.
Dealing with all of Watson's problems
and the concern and heartbreak that comes with it.
I am having some misgivings with blogs.
One wonderful blog I usually read every morning had one
of his too clever commenters calling me a fucking american.
Now if he would have said fucking american government
I would have let it pass. I rarely agree with my government.
But to say I am a fucking american ?
Does he know me and my life ?
Plus he conventionally forgot what his country the UK has been doing
in this region before WW1 is rather one sided.
One of his friends then attacked me when I protested
So I have to step back, regroup and think.
My heart is broken and I have been in tears since last Monday.
I know in my brain it was the right decision for Watson
but my heart doesn't know that yet.
I miss my sweet baaboo.
I will not be commenting on all your wonderful blogs for now.
I want to rest.
I have had a month long migraine.
Thank you for all the wonderful comments.