She says:
So I know that this blog is suppose to be about the great adventures that Jeffrey and I are currently indulging in... However I am hurting and I have the desire to write, so bare with me, though these words aren’t wild tales of adventure, they are words of a beloved friend with a tail who was an unlikely adventurer.
Watson, the 16 year old golden retriever who I loved with all my heart moved on to heaven today. He was not always my puppy to love, as the first 5 or so years of his life he was owned by one of my childhood friends. Watson, who was the product of a mishap between a pure breed golden retriever mother and her son, a dog who made up with his heart what he lacked in IQ.
A dog who escaped regularly from his home and even made his way to the train platform in Sayville, boarded a train to NYC and was going to be let out by the conductor in Jamaica before a fellow train rider informed, “Wait that dog got on in Sayville, you can’t put him off in Jamaica!” and with that this kind patron of the LIRR took the day off from work to escort the lovable Watson safely back home to Sayville.
Watson, who loved to run, (especially away) and though we provided a good home for him he would still occasionally take off down the street. Though he always seemed to find the kindest of folks to take care of him until we were contacted and he could be brought back home.
Watson, who loved to run, (especially away) and though we provided a good home for him he would still occasionally take off down the street. Though he always seemed to find the kindest of folks to take care of him until we were contacted and he could be brought back home.
Watson, who’s eyes twinkled right before he bee-lined it out of the yard. I even mentioned the twinkle to a friend who was watching him for me, “Be careful” I warned, “if he gets that look in his eye, he’s going to make a run for it.” Only to have my friend inform me as I picked him up, “You wouldn’t believe it, I thought you were kidding about that twinkle in his eye, but I was outside with him and he did, he gave me a look, distinctively, right before he went barreling down the street.”
Watson who you could lock in a car with bags of doggie kibble, fresh cut meat from the butcher and Italian bread and every single time you would come back to the car with a very moist and crumbled bakery bag with no bread in it, the meat untouched and a very guilty looking Golden.
Watson, a dog who like so many Goldens craved attention and just wanted to be loved and caressed. A dog who craved being pet so much he didn’t care what appendage was touching him and how and so if you became tired of scratching his ears with your hands you could instruct him to walk down to your feet which were conveniently perched at the edge of a foot rest and he would happily stand there and let you rub his chest with your feet... as long as it was human contact he didn’t care what the form was.
A dog with such a kind soul that our cats would often seek shelter between his two front paws and snuggle up under his chin as he lied down, or rub their faces in figrue 8's around his legs as he stood or do tumble saults over his head as he slept. A dog who never showed his teeth, not even to our bully, Lhasa apso -Cocker Spaniel, Missy though he was 5 or 6 times her size. A dog who you had to give permission to before he would eat.
A dog who was repeatedly told he was the handsomest boy in Sayville with the best velvet jowls in all the world. A dog who would squeeze himself into the two passenger kayak with my mother in the stern and Missy, the beast, in the bow and would sit patiently for hours as my mother and I explored the canals of our neighboring towns. A dog who loved all creatures.
Watson who you could lock in a car with bags of doggie kibble, fresh cut meat from the butcher and Italian bread and every single time you would come back to the car with a very moist and crumbled bakery bag with no bread in it, the meat untouched and a very guilty looking Golden.
Watson, a dog who like so many Goldens craved attention and just wanted to be loved and caressed. A dog who craved being pet so much he didn’t care what appendage was touching him and how and so if you became tired of scratching his ears with your hands you could instruct him to walk down to your feet which were conveniently perched at the edge of a foot rest and he would happily stand there and let you rub his chest with your feet... as long as it was human contact he didn’t care what the form was.
A dog with such a kind soul that our cats would often seek shelter between his two front paws and snuggle up under his chin as he lied down, or rub their faces in figrue 8's around his legs as he stood or do tumble saults over his head as he slept. A dog who never showed his teeth, not even to our bully, Lhasa apso -Cocker Spaniel, Missy though he was 5 or 6 times her size. A dog who you had to give permission to before he would eat.
A dog who was repeatedly told he was the handsomest boy in Sayville with the best velvet jowls in all the world. A dog who would squeeze himself into the two passenger kayak with my mother in the stern and Missy, the beast, in the bow and would sit patiently for hours as my mother and I explored the canals of our neighboring towns. A dog who loved all creatures.
A dog who would never think of grabbing a tennis ball out of your hands and would very tentatively place his mouth slowly around it when you offered it to him. A dog who always came and sat next to me when I was upset and let me give him hugs when I needed them. A dog who though I have moved far away from and I wasn’t there with him in the end, will always hold a place in my heart. A companion and a friend.
I love you Watson and I always will. You are now in a land where your legs will support you again and you can run free. You can indulge in endless amounts of Italian bread and there will always be a warm hand to caress your velvet jowls. You will be in my heart until I join you again.
I love you Watson and I always will. You are now in a land where your legs will support you again and you can run free. You can indulge in endless amounts of Italian bread and there will always be a warm hand to caress your velvet jowls. You will be in my heart until I join you again.
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So sorry about your doggy Elizabeth. RIP Watson.
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