Goodbye Watson.

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Sorry you lost your buddy. I still regret not going in with my dog when he was put down. My stepfather got me a pit terrier black lab mix for my ninth birthday. He lived until I was 25! I couldn't take him to my house for long because he was very territorial and didn't like being away from HIS home which was my parents house. His name was Malcolm. I loved him so much he was a little dog and my buddy. When he started to not be able to hold his bathroom and he couldn't walk down the steps too well my mom said it was time. My stepfather asked me to go with him to put him to sleep. I didn't go, I was selfish and a coward. I couldn't bare to watch him be put down. My own stepfather couldn't do it either. My aunt ended up taking him in the back . My dog loved my aunt, but I always knew that Malcolm wondered where I was at when he was being put down. This is one of my regrets. I should have been a man instead of a wuss and held my dog while he took his last breath. I'm 50 now, this was 25 years ago but I still think about it.
 

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