This is a blog about Watson's fight with canine lymphoma and the healthy changes we are making for his little brother Waldo. Watson was my best friend and my love; what we learned from Watson’s ordeal was not learned in vain.
Watson, our beagle/basset mix, was adopted into the Frembes family in January 2005 at the ripe young age of 10(ish). He came to our house with his foster mother from the BONES shelter and I instantly fell in love. He had overcome an abusive past and had the facial paralysis to prove it, but he looked up at me and that was it. He was home.
After two years and seven months of wonderful, healthy years with us, Watson was diagnosed with lymphoma on July 18, 2007. He fought hard in a short amount of time. My sweet boy crossed the Rainbow Bridge on August 16, 2007. He is loved and missed.
Ohmigosh... at first I thought this poor guy was hooked up for some kind of treatment after seeing what your blog was about... then I saw that he was just laying in front of the computer. That's called jumping to conclusions or not paying enough attention! lol
Love you blog and sorry for Watson's passing. I know what my sweet Ginger means to me and I would hate for her to suffer with cancer or any other disease.
I am so amused by your previous comment. He does look as if he is connected up to a machine for some terrible treatment.
I pray for sun when Tilly comes to stay because it means some peace instead of play. It is a Godsend to see her flaked in the window! I'm knackered...........
Marsha, ha! I didn't realize how that would look to others. That is my view of Waldo's head from my office chair. He lays his head on a pile of books that I will (someday) put away.
Lesley, I'd like to think he's doing it to be closer to me, but I have a suspicion that it's the sun he's after. Either way, I get the pleasure of his company for a few hours every morning before he chases the sun around the house.
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Ohmigosh... at first I thought this poor guy was hooked up for some kind of treatment after seeing what your blog was about... then I saw that he was just laying in front of the computer. That's called jumping to conclusions or not paying enough attention! lol
Love you blog and sorry for Watson's passing. I know what my sweet Ginger means to me and I would hate for her to suffer with cancer or any other disease.
Waldo, you're adorable! Stay in the sun buddy!
Marsha
Now that's a cool shot! Sunday morning paper shot :)
Hi Linda,
I am so amused by your previous comment. He does look as if he is connected up to a machine for some terrible treatment.
I pray for sun when Tilly comes to stay because it means some peace instead of play. It is a Godsend to see her flaked in the window! I'm knackered...........
Is this so that he can stay close to you like Watson did? He looks so contented and happy.
Marsha, ha! I didn't realize how that would look to others. That is my view of Waldo's head from my office chair. He lays his head on a pile of books that I will (someday) put away.
Lesley, I'd like to think he's doing it to be closer to me, but I have a suspicion that it's the sun he's after. Either way, I get the pleasure of his company for a few hours every morning before he chases the sun around the house.
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