Meant to post this yesterday. Our sweet dog Watson died four years ago yesterday, on Jan. 26, 2004. We still miss him dearly. He was so adorable and funny. Watson was a completely blind Boykin Spaniel, named for folk/bluegrass legend Doc Watson. He was found abandoned on a roadway when he was about 6. Watson lived to be 17 years old. He never knew anything was wrong with him, so he was fearless. We had to take great care to keep him from barreling full-cannon into whatever life was offering him at the moment. He chased sticks and balls, using scent and sound, and loved to swim. In this photo, he is getting a good whiff of one of my brother's orphaned calves.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Doggie Memory
Meant to post this yesterday. Our sweet dog Watson died four years ago yesterday, on Jan. 26, 2004. We still miss him dearly. He was so adorable and funny. Watson was a completely blind Boykin Spaniel, named for folk/bluegrass legend Doc Watson. He was found abandoned on a roadway when he was about 6. Watson lived to be 17 years old. He never knew anything was wrong with him, so he was fearless. We had to take great care to keep him from barreling full-cannon into whatever life was offering him at the moment. He chased sticks and balls, using scent and sound, and loved to swim. In this photo, he is getting a good whiff of one of my brother's orphaned calves.
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They can show us a lot about how to live life, can't they? A friend has a small plaque on his wall that I love--it says, "Your soul is not complete until you have loved an animal."
A wise saying indeed.
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