Hi friends,
Long time followers and friends will know Watson, my first baby, my little wrinkly man, my cute evil overlord. I don't live with him anymore, in fact I live 9 hours away, but I still get updates from my parents, and he still holds a very large chunk of my heart.
Mum told me today he's terminal. It could be anywhere from 6 to 18 months, and here's hoping for closer to the latter. She says for now he's fine, still full of love and spite and purring. But I wanted to say something here, where so many of you watched me fall in love with him, and then post about him daily, complete with non-stop photos. Pretty sure I have a special tag for him, if I can remember or find it.
I'll probably say more when the time comes. For now, I just wanted y'all to know, and remember him for a moment, and feel a little love his way. He was my rock at times, and at times he was my reason for living, and always he will be my evil little goblin.
I'm hoping to be able to see him again before he goes. If I do, I will make sure to spam your dash with photos.
I'm okay. I'm lucky enough to have Ron, and Ned, my second baby. But I'm sad, and when he goes it will be so hard. But I will still be okay.
Love and miss y'all <3
Hey everyone, I'm sorry I'm not around much anymore. There's no reason to worry - I unfortunately am just not as online as I used to be - but I do and always will miss the special community I always had on here.
This is an update to let everyone know Watson will likely be gone in the next 12 hours.
I still live 7 hours away - new highway - and I haven't gotten the chance to be with him and cuddle him in his final days. He has apparently remained true to character to the end and destroyed his hospital cage, and upended everything in it.
Truly the grumpy old man to the end.
Like I said, I'm not online much anymore, something I find to be a part of life and also very upsetting. But as I said when we first got Watson's diagnosis - nearly two years ago now, with supposedly 6 months to 1 1/2 years to live - long term followers were there when we got Watson. You watched me fall in love with him. You watched him become my whole world. As I suffered through the failure of uni, came home to loneliness and depression, suffered through trauma I couldn't tell my family about, found myself ready to let everything go... I had Watson. My grumpy wrinkly gremlin boy who would curl up in my arms every night. Complain loudly if I spent too much time talking to my parents before settling into bed where he could join me. Would ignore me a for a government day whenever I retuned from house sitting for too long.
He was also there when I met Ron. The first time Ron visited - a man (he hates my dad), in HIS bed, with HIS HUMAN??? We had to stop the dogs exploring the second half of the house because he was so territorial. But of course he loved Ron straight away. Mum gently placed Watson on my bed and he walked towards Ron instead of me, the bastard.
He's my grumpy, crinkly, beautiful baby. He's so precious to me. He's also lived about the best and longest life he could. Which is not long enough or good enough for what he means to me.
I'm going to miss him so fucking much. And if it's not a big deal to anyone else, if it doesnt matter to anyone else, that's fair enough. I just remember a time when Watson's photos were the highlight of the day for some people. Another reason he was precious to me.
My baby boy.
















