My best friend Watson

by MaryLouise
(Toronto, Canada )

Watson’s love of balls

Watson came to us as a puppy. It was an instant connection with every member of the family. This little guy was full of charisma, love bounce and playfulness. He captured our hearts. He was loyal, warm and cuddly, affectionate and gentle. He slowly developed a vocabulary and understood so so many words. He was such an intelligent little sweetheart. He was such a good tempered little guy, but barked at strangers to protect his home and loved ones.

We always made a point to have him with us and seldom left him home alone. We made him part of our outings. He was the navigator in our car, propping himself up between us and looking forward to see in what direction the car was going. He never wanted to sit in the back seat, but instead with us in the front. He would know when we were getting closer to home because he would show excitement and bark.

Watson would catch balls, no matter what size with his two front paws, lifting himself with his hind legs. He loved balls of every size, and if they squeaked, that would excite him even more. He enjoyed so many different dog treats and dog cookies. He would become so excited seeing the treat bags removed from the cupboard because he knew it was treat time.

We enjoyed so many walks together. Watson preferred to be outdoors with us. He was not a dog to stay alone on the deck or porch. He would come inside to be with us. He loved his cushion in front of the fireplace. That was his special spot. Watson had 4 beds in the house and had his choice of room to relax in. He would prop himself up on the window sill and bark at anyone or thing he thought would come in the way of his property. He would bark at squirrels while standing at the patio door.

Watson had such a fantastic appetite. He was always ready to have nibbles of our food. In the morning he would not leave the kitchen until he ate his chicken and rice. Then content he would relax on his pillow. He was part of our lives for 16 years and almost 3 months. Such a tremendous loss. I am devastated with grief.

The house feels empty and lifeless. I miss the sound of his paws against the floors, the running from room to room, cuddling with him on the couch and in bed. I feel emptiness and loss, not being able to see him, hug him, kiss him. The inability of not being able to have him back has left me feeling helpless and vulnerable and I experience the deepest, saddest feelings that I have difficulty controlling. This little angel has taken my heart with him, I will love you forever and ever my dearest Watson.

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