Getting Watson to Africa

Dogtor Watson's & my meeting were a series of should not haves, but it did.
I wanted a small dog, Watson is 100 lbs.
I didnt want a dog that came from Craigslist. Watson was found on Cl by a friend.
I didnt want a mean looking dog, like a pit. Watson is an American Bulldog.
I wanted to find a dog close by. Watson was over 100 miles away.
It wasnt supposed to, but the greatest thing in the world happened, it did happen.
We met & the rest is history, & a friendship was formed. The best friend Ive ever had.
Im somewhat of a loner, & having Watson around was like a breath of fresh air.
We became inseparable, a team, a unit.
He was my co pilot & an ear to hear my writing.
We traveled to Texas & back to Cali, then we did the central coast & central Cali. I was writing, Watson was chilling.
Ive been writing & with Watson around I was doing some really good work.
Heres where it goes south. Ive been having a problem with immigration. Im not going to go into that in much depth, except to say that because of one mans good turn I ended up in a predicament. ICE wanted me removed & I was fighting it. I applied for political asylum.
Everything was going great until a minor infraction with the law got me arrested & ICE called in. I was unceremoniously tossed into the back of the police car, with Watson watching.
The look of total helpless despair on is face was heart braking. He had to sit & watch me being taken away. No chance to try explain or just say good bye. He was thinking, what had he done for me to desert him. Why did I do that. Not a word or a touch.
That was the beginning of March, & we have not seen each other, & all I see when I close my eyes is the look of fear, apprehension, despair sorrow & confusion in his eyes.
I have no way of getting to him to tell him it was not his fault & that all is cool.
I was Trumped, & find myself back in South Africa. I never got to say bye. I never got to even give him a hug. He must think Ive just forgotten about him, not sure why, not sure if he did something wrong.

I miss the guy so much, & If I feel like this I can imagine how he must feel. I so badly want to bring him here to me. To be my companion again, to help with my writing, & to meet my other best friend, my mom. He can come be security for her as well, & in Africa that is a biggie.
Im all he knows, we have been together every day of his life, all 5 years thereof.
I need to tell him that I still care for him & that he didnt do anything wrong & no, he is not being punished for something.
I have no other way of doing that other than bringing him to Africa. 
Please help us reunite.

P.S. My friend Mary is helping with this campaign from the US and has found that it’s closer to $5,000 to ship a dog so very far. There’s the transportation costs, of course, but also a number of vet checks and vaccinations and forms that need to be done before D.W. can depart. Thank you for your help in getting a Man reunite with his Best Friend!