This morning when I woke up my west highland white terrier was being extra lovey. More kisses, more tail wagging, more snuggles and love. We had breakfast together, we sat and read together. Then he wanted to go outside like always. I opened the door, he ran out, poked his little head back in and looked at me. I smiled. And that was the last time I saw my Watson alive.
My westie was hit by a car today...
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