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AN AUTUMN WALK AND A SAD GOODBYE...




Walking with Sam on a beautiful late Autumn day in New York, with Sam excited by every leaf and proudly showing off his brilliant teeth, Mom and Uncle John took their beloved dog Watson on a final trip through the park. Watson was 18 years old, and starting to fade. It was time. So Sonja and John reminisced about the 14 years they spent growing up with Watson, a dog rescued (actually, stolen) from a horrendously abusive home, named Watson (even though the dog was a 'she') because 7 year old John loved Sherlock Holmes. Watson was a good companion to John (even despite the many times John had to chase after her when she would charge out of her country home and tear up the rural streets and paths...), Saying goodbye was not easy. Especially when, even at the end, Watson got so much pleasure from being out in the world, exploring.

She will be missed.


Au Revoir.