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Today would have been my dad’s 76th birthday. He never got to meet Watson (and he wasn’t particular fond of cats, what with his being a bird man, and cats being bird murders and all), but here’s a picture of Watson is wearing a party hat!
We ((We being me and Scott, not me and Watson. Watson got some cat treats instead.)) had cupcakes tonight in Dad’s honour. I was talking to my mom on the phone earlier today and we both have been wondering “What would he have thought about all of this?”
I miss him every single day.
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