Oh, TBogg, I’m so sorry.

His Journey’s Just Begun

Don’t think of him as gone away-
his journey has just begun
life holds many facets
the Earth is only one

Just think of him as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years

Think how he must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away

And think of him as living
In the hearts of those he touched
For nothing loved is ever lost-
And he was loved so much.

- Ellen Brenneman

Ok, changing up the Satchmo desktop pic again cuz this one, well it’s profound. (That pudgy belly of his…to.die.for.)

I know Beckham’s got a rep on the Intertubes because the shape of his eyes give a certain expression but I know deep down Beckham – being Dog and all – is as old and sweet a soul as Satch; and the loss of the buddy he was glued at the hip to must be terrible. (And like all dogs, he’ll be stoic and noble in his pain.) Fenway – lucky lad that he is to have found the Boggs – will some day find himself beside Beckham in this very way, but we hope and pray it is not for many years yet and that these two will have many years of tussling and bonding.

Take care of your heart and don’t worry about your obligations here.

Deepest sympathies to you all.

-G

why am I tearing up over your stupid dog? I just recently lost a brother for God’s sake.

Then it hits me, so did you.

Aint nuttin to say other than chin up, as we remember that love comes in a lot of different packages, none so soft and warm as your best friend.

My thoughts are with you and your family-he seemed to be quite the hound (as do the other pups).

The House Dog’s Grave (Haig, an English bulldog)

I’ve changed my ways a little; I cannot now
Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment,
You see me there.

So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
And you’d soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
The marks of my drinking-pan.

I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
On the warm stone,
Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the night through
I lie alone.

But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
And where you sit to read–and I fear often grieving for me–
Every night your lamplight lies on my place.

You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
To think of you ever dying
A little dog would get tired, living so long.
I hope than when you are lying

Under the ground like me your lives will appear
As good and joyful as mine.
No, dear, that’s too much hope: you are not so well cared for
As I have been.

And never have known the passionate undivided
Fidelities that I knew.
Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided. . . .
But to me you were true.

You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.

Robinson Jeffers, 1941

Oh TBogg, I’m so sorry.

My heartfelt sympathy, this is so sad.
He knew he was loved and he had a good life. But I know you will miss him (as will we) take care of all the boggs tonight and tell Beckham that we love him and feel sad for his loss too.

I love my dogs. I loved Cheddar, the pit bull-lab mix I picked out at the shelter because she looked as frightened as I felt at the time. She got bone cancer at age 9 in one of her back legs. I couldn’t bear to part with her, so she became a tripod dog. Hell, she could still eat tortillinis with only three legs!

I loved Molly and Basil. Basil, who was the best of dogs and the worst of dogs… And my sweet Molly, who was truly the best of dogs.

And now I love Millie and Murray.

As long as I am able, I will have dogs. And when I can no longer have dogs, I will probably cease to be. Dogs make life better in every way.

Well, except for when they eat socks and you have to help pull them out of their ass. I do without that. But it makes for good stories.

Here’s to the dogs in our lives.

A couple of hours ago, I yelled at my dog for tracking mud into the house. Now, I bet I spend the entire night apologizing to him.

Satchmo was a dog. Take him for all in all, we shall not look upon his like again.

Ah, sad, sad news.

To be sure, Satchmo lived the good life.
Peace to you and yours Tom.

Thank you for sharing him. Thank you for sharing your compassion, in all its acerbic form. It is truly absurd how much I am grieving for people/dogs/SOULS I have never physically met. But I do love and appreciate you all.
Linda

Sorry dude.

I just went and hugged my elderly Labs, Daisy and Rosie.

Blessings on your family during this trying time…

I never know what to say at times like this, except that I am so sorry for your loss — which seems like such an adequate way to express my sympathies. Hugs to all of the TBogg clan.

So, so sorry to read this. I’ve been following the bassett blogging for years now and I felt almost like I knew Satchmo. Your love and respect for him really showed. Take care of yourselves tonight.

The amazing thing about dogs is that each and every one is the best dog in the world.

I’m so, so sorry. Satchmo was the best dog in the world.

These moments suck and there’s no way to sugarcoat it. Thankfully, they are majorly offset by the joy our canine friends deliver (most of the time) and that makes our existence a little more meaningful.

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie–
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years that nature permits
Are closing in asthma or tumors or fits
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers, or loaded guns.
Then you will find–its your own affair
But–you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will
When the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone–wherever it goes–for good,
You still discover how much you care
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ‘em the more do we grieve;
For when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short time loan is as bad as a long–
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

-Rudyard Kipling

One thing is sure…they never leave your heart.

I’m mostly a lurker, but this has been a daily stop for me for sometime now. I can always count on your blog for a scathing (and wickedly funny) takedown, a warm insight into family life, new music to check out, and of course all things basset. Just wanted to say thank you and extend my condolences to you and your family.

Please accept my condolences on the loss of your precious friend and companion.
Peace.

Oh, fuck. So, so sorry, Tbogg.

“Me and My Arrow…… Straighter than narrow……… Where ever we go, everyone knows…. it’s Me and Arrow…..

I’m 48 years old and crying like a boy. You’ve opened your life to us Tom. You’ve told us compelling stories about the loves in your life and we have listened. Intently. Thank you.

Fetch it up, Satchmo!!!

I’m putting that vid up on my Youtube Page in honor of Satchmo.

My condolences.

So sorry for your loss.

Mr.Cbl

I know everyone’s seen this quote before, but somehow it perfectly captured everything I loved about my late, great dog, Oscar and my new pal, Walter:

“To call him a dog hardly seems to do him justice, though inasmuch as he had four legs, a tail, and barked, I admit he was, to all outward appearances. But to those who knew him well, he was a perfect gentleman.”

Hermione Gingold

Peace, blessing and consolation to you all. You don’t have to be told that many mourn with you.

I’m so very sorry. Satchmo, whose back no longer hurts, will wait faithfully on the other side of the rainbow bridge until you join him. (((TBogg and family)))

Thanks for making me choke out a laugh! My yellow lab eats socks too, but thank goodness they never make it to her butt. She throws them back up 24 hrs later, no longer recognizable.

I love both my dogs and will try to show my appreciation to them even more after what the Tbogg family went thru with dear old Satch. Tom, I hope the many comments give you a bit of comfort. You, your human family, and your dog family are beloved here.

I’m sorry for your loss. I hope Beckham is ok too,losing a pal like that can literally break a doggie’s heart.

I have been visiting the site with a certain dread recently, fearing I would see the post that finally appeared. My heart sank as I saw the picture and knew you (dare I say we?) had lost Satchmo. I have been reading your posts for at least three years now (too much time on my hands?) and have always appreciated your droll humor. I can only imagine how heavy your heart is, having lost such a dear friend. As most of the time, your Thurber quote is spot on. You obviously have many web friends who share your pain. To all of your family I say feel better soon and enjoy your memories of Satchmo. He obviously was a very special friend.

Still balling my eyes out. ((((HUGS TO THE TBOGG FAMILY))))

Deepest sympathy on the loss of your (& our) beloved Satchmo.

You’ve shown us so much of the bassets’ lives over the years that they’ve become our dogs, too, in a very small way. That’s my story for the tears I’m shedding, anyway, and I’m sticking with it. Thanks so much for sharing Satchmo with us, and thanks for realizing that you had to share the end with us, too.

My deepest condolences to everybody in Satchmo’s family.

“Shared pain is lessened, shared joy increased – thus do we refute entropy.” – Spider Robinson

We will all miss Satchmo. Condolences to all of you including Beckham and Fenway.

What a loss. My kindest thoughts to you and all your family, however many legs each possesses.

Mr. and Mrs. TBogg- This is one of my favorite blogs on the net. I read all the time and rarely comment, but in this instance I had to pass on my thoughts and condolences. Nomatter how sad or depressing the state of affairs and politics, Satchmo and his adventures never failed to make me smile, laugh, and say “Awwwwwwwwwwww!” He was truly a dog among doggies.

T – I am so sorry to hear this news.

My condolences to you, the Mrs, the L&T, Beckham and Fenway.

I worried about Beckham all night long.

All my love and sympathy

The people who are close to us are not the same as other living creatures. But as far as I’m concerned, when it comes to grief for the loss of those we loved and who loved us, this is a distinction without a difference. My condolences.

I am so sorry. Tears and hugs for the Bogg family, including Fenway and Beckham. Satchmo was lucky to have you guys as friends.

Rest in peace, Satchmo.

tbogg,
You’re just trying to break my heart. Well, you’ve succeeded with that pic of Satch and Beckham.

You tboggs are just a bunch of softies — and I like that in a person.

Wow!,

That is an amazing piece. I can only hope that this is how my old friends felt as well. I have always felt that if dogs lived to be as old as us humans, they would learn the art of speech. I am adding Robinson Jeffers to my list of great poets. There is just something about sharing a lifetime with a canine that makes us more human, don’t you think?

Thanks for the poem,

Riesenschnauzer

I am so sorry- he will be missed and eventually the memories will bring laughter. Be gentle with yourselves. I still tear up at Pedigree and Shelter commercials because they remind me of all my babies who are no longer with me.

Tbogg, your site is one of my favorites. You always make me laugh, except when you make me cry. Like now. And I don’t mind one bit.
Everytime I’ve dropped in for an update on the saga of Satchmo I’ve had tears in my eyes. Just looking at his indescribable eyes on the monitor I can feel his deep, deep soul, which is old indeed. I know how inexpressibly deep this loss is for all the Tboggs and Tdoggs.

There is no love so pure as the love of a dog. I only wish that the tears in my eyes and the sadness in my heart could take away some measure of yours.

Know that your generosity in sharing Satchmo with us is deeply appreciated, and take all the time you and your family need. We’ll wait.

I’d never read that Kipling poem before. Lovely. Ditto the Hermione Gingold quote.

Tbogg: you know what’ll make you feel better? Mocking Kristol. Or Malkin. Or ……… well, there’s an embarrassment of riches out there. It’ll make us feel better too. We’re ready when you’re ready.

I, too, have been opening this site with one eye open fearing I would read this post. It’s amazing that this is an online community, but we all have an attachment to these dogs, probably because most of us have animals. I am writing this with big tears in my eyes. I wish you, Mrs. Tbogg and the L&T Casey the best during this hard time. Same to the boys also. I know they will miss him too. He was a wonderful and loyal companion. The unconditional love between owners and dogs is priceless. I will also find the address of the San Diego Humane Society so I can send a donation in Satchmo’s name, unless you would like it to go elsewhere. It’s the least I can do for all the hours of smiles these posts have brought to my face. Thanks for sharing him.

It’s at the last that we repay our animal friends for their unquestioning, unconditional love. Unlike mere humans, a good dog has the God-given sense not to gamble away even a brief, precious moment in the company of his family, not even for the possible gain of another lifetime in the care of strangers.

This picture is perfect. A comfortable, gentle departure attended by a faithful companion–may we all be so lucky.

I lost my dog Otis last week and quite suddenly. boy did that tear my heart.

Satchmo was quite a dog.

I’m so sorry for you loss.

So sorry, so sad. Really hoped against hope that the Satchmo tale would have a happy ending. But maybe there is no truly happy ending to any life, but at least Satchmo had one hell of a happy life while it lasted.

Smiles and hugs to you and the remaining crowd.

Words are useless. Love and best wishes to all the TBoggs.

May you all rest easy.

So sorry, Tbogg. After all this time I feel like I know your dogs almost as well as my cat. The story you once told about how Satchmo would sometimes get locked in the bathroom, and remain there for hours without making a sound–whereas Beckham, in the same situation, would chew through the wall and poke his head out like Jack Nicholson in “The Shining”–still cracks me up.

I’m so sorry, Tom.

Ave atque vale, Satchmo. Tell Bones that I said hi.

So Sorry for your loss. I looked forward every week to Basset blooging and was especially fond of Satchmo.

The Rainbow Bridge Story

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.

There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.

The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together

…. Author unknown
Radarcat

mrs. krup and i are so sorry for your loss. i hope satchmo has found our beloved toast-the-wonder-dog in doggie heaven (she could use a kind friend).

Again, Tom, our thoughts are with you and yours.

Godspeed, Satchmo, old fella.

I quietly slid out of my bed at 2:30 this morning, leaving my wife soundly sleeping. I fixed a cup of tea and plopped myself down on my porch steps to watch the Perseid meteor shower. It was a perfect, crystal clear night. A rare mid-August blessing here in southwest Ohio. The moon had set in the southwest about thirty minutes earlier and the Milky Way was glowing above my head in the eastern sky. I sat there for a few minutes, waiting for that first streak in the sky. In the darkness I sensed a presence to my right. My gray faced, 12 year old Lab had quietly found her way to the porch. She sidled up to me, quickly sneaking a poke of her cold nose into my right ear. She took a seat right next to me, leaning heavily against my side as has become her habit in her old age. We both sat there in the quiet of the night, my eyes trained on the sky while she held her nose aloft in the cool night breeze, savoring all the smells the night air had to offer. I scratched behind her ears and that only led her to lean even heavier on me, groaning with canine satisfaction. We sat there for an hour and a half, each in our own separate worlds but bonded by an unspoken companionship. We were both where we wanted to be at that moment in time. I was lost in the stars, she was lost in another moment spent in the presence of her dearest and most loving friend.

At four o’clock I had had enough. The alarm clock would be going off in a couple of hours and another work day would begin. I dropped my tea cup in the sink and headed to bed, sliding in slowly as not to disturb my wife’s slumber. A couple of minutes later, I heard the quiet steps of my night-time companion coming through the bedroom door. She took a sniff of my hand, did her requisite three circles on her blanket next to the bed and slowly lowered herself down. Her joints gave a couple of audible pops. The old girl gave a big yawn and let out a final long sigh to indicate that her night was now done. She was standing guard once again, next to the only family she has ever known. I drifted off with visions of shooting stars. The dog’s thoughts of the evening will remain forever a mystery.

None of us ever know how many more Perseid showers might remain to be experienced in our lives. But should this be the last one for either of us, we spent it together.

I have been a long time lurker and have been following your updates about Satchmo. I don’t know you or your family from Adam, but I still feel a visceral pain for your loss. As I know the time will soon come when I will also have to bid farewell to a friend with whom I have shared a quarter of my life. Words cannot do justice to the sorrow which I know it will bring.

Stay strong. Hug the ones you love. And don’t forget to tell them every day that you love them.

Peace, my friend.

You have my deepest sympathies. Be well, Bogg family animals and humans all…

Condolences from some of our best writers on the passing of Satchmo-

“God’s finger touched him, and he slept.”
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson

“The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man’s.”
-Mark Twain

OK , you do have good poem / saying / phrase there . It won’t stop the tears , but it makes them more precious . Thank You and Bless you .
I am so with you in your loss , if only I could help bear your pain .
w3ski

“If the dead be truly dead, why should they still be walking in my heart?”
Shoshone

Dang. Like a bunch of others I saw that song video post the other night and – oof.

I registered just so I could send my sincere condolences. Good dog, Satchmo.

My deepest condolences to all the two and four legged Tboggs.

I just (last month) lost my second cat in the last year and a half. Both were less than two years old. I sobbed, obviously, for both.

Part of the package is knowing that the inevitable will happen. If pets lasted forever, they wouldn’t be nearly as special of a companion. It is the fleeting nature of the life of a pet and our knowledge of that mortality that allow us to experience that joy.

Coming to terms with a loss like this is never easy, but at least it is always a learning process. About life, the universe and everything. It’s hard to keep your eyes open when you are in such acute pain, but nothing like a period of suffering to make you see the luminesence of human compassion.

With love comes loss, with attachment comes suffering. They are inextricably connected. While you are hurting, don’t forget those around you who want nothing more than you lift you up and embrace you along with your pain. With and within them you will find solace and peace.

My sincerest condolences to all the Boggses – both two and four footed. It’s so hard to lose a family member and a friend – I can see Satchmo was both.

I know how heavy your heart is, and I feel deeply for you and your family. I have a framed picture of my Hilda right in front of my computer monitor. I had to send her on her way in March, and all I want to do in this life is to hug her again. It tears me up just thinking about her.

You gave Satchmo a great life and celebrity. What more could a dog ask for, other than firm poop.

poor doggy. poor tbogg.

I’m getting all choked up too, over YOUR basset hound.

Tom:

Been reading you for years, but think I’ve only commented once or twice over at the old site.

But I wanted to step briefly out of the shadows to offer my condolences. Having had to deal with the passing, some untimely, of four-legged friends of the canine and feline variety, I can sympathize with the sadness, but also the happy memories.

I also wanted to add a couple of quotes to the collection here in comments:

To die a dog’s death once was held for shame.
Not all men so beloved and mourned shall lie
As many of these, whose time untimely came
To die.

His years were full: his years were joyous: why
Must love be sorrow, when his gracious name
Recalls his lovely life of limb and eye?

— Swinburne

It may be that the selfsame power that gave
 The dog his faithful, understanding heart
Will grant him life again beyond the grave,
 To meet with friends—where death can play no part.

— Margaret Bruner

Heaven, I guess, is all like this
 (Tickle me, please, behind the ears);
It’s my idea of eternal bliss
(Tickle me, please , behind the ears).
With angel cats for a dog to chase,
And a very extensive barking space,
And big bones buried all over the place,—
 And you, to tickle behind my ears.

— Burges Johnson

Where were ye, nymphs, when the remorseless deep
Closed o’er your little favourite’s hapless head?
For neither did ye mark with solemn dream
In Derwent’s rocky woods the white Moon’s beam
Pace like a Druid o’er the haunted steep;
Nor in Winander’s stream.
Then did ye swim with sportive smile
From fairy-templed isle to isle,
Which hear her far-off ditty sweet
Yet feel not even the milkmaid’s feet
What tho’ he still was by my side
When, lurking near, I there have seen
Your faces white, your tresses green,
Like water lilies floating on the tide?
He saw not, barked not, he was still
As the soft moonbeam sleeping on the hill.
Or when ah! cruel maids, ye stretched him stiff and chill.

If, while I gazed to Nature blind,
In the calm Ocean of my mind
Some new-created image rose
In full-grown beauty at its birth
Lovely as Venus from the sea,
Then, while my glad hand sprung to thee,
We were the happiest pair on earth.

— William Wordsworth
“The Dog — An Idyllium”

Here’s to Satchmo!

I was dreading this. If this is how I feel now, at this distance, never having met Satchmo in person, I can only wish you comfort and plenty of it. I don’t know why it’s such an awful loss, but it is. But truly, Satchmo had a lucky happy life with the Tbogg family, where he was loved so much, where the sweetness and gentleness of his character were so cherished. More than that it just isn’t given to us to do, but I don’t find that understanding that eases the pain of losing a pet. I will miss Satchmo, thanks for letting me get to know him, I can’t believe how fond of him I became. The Internets are a little drearier today.

The book “The Lovely Bones” has a scene where the murdered girl goes to heaven and her beloved dog — who had died — runs to greet her. Gets me every time I think about it. Heaven just won’t be heaven unless our doggy friends are there waiting for us. Who deserves more to be in heaven than those always-loving creatures?

Tbogg,

I’m so sorry to hear about Satchmo. What a kind looking dog. Your basset blogging has been one of my favorite internet experiences. Satchmo and Beckham grace my computer.

And I can empathize; I had to put my dog to sleep today. One of the hardest and most distasteful decisions I have ever made. Perhaps our two dogs are meeting in Doggie heaven. Of course, mine was a New Yorker, so he might not be the bestest of mates for Satchmo, the Kind.

My thoughts are with you and your family. Dogs really are the best friends.

Lugete, O Veneres Cupidinesque
Et quantum est hominum venustiorum
Satchmo mortuus est nostri amicorum
Satchmo, deliciae nostri amicorum
–Catullus 3, somewhat adapted for present circumstances.

My condolences to all residents of the Villa Tbogg.

I’m a lurker who’s just joined so I can tell you how very sorry I am about your loss. Satchmo had a wonderfully sincere, soulful countenance to go with his gentle spirit. What a good and remarkably handsome boy.

Please accept my deepest sympathy.

I’m so sorry.

Long time listener lurker, first time callerposter. My sincere condolences on your family’s loss. May all dogs be as beloved as your Satchmo.

I am with Marion.

Have thought about you guys all day.

On the next side, Satchmo will be waiting for you guys. I will be there holding my child, Nabila.

I’m so sorry. All of you are in my thoughts.

Long time reader, first time poster, with almost 30 years of bassets behind me…I burst into tears at work when I read the news…my heart goes out to all of you…thank you so much for sharing all the joys, and now, the sorrows of your friends…I know that Satchmo knew he was a much loved dog, and in the end, that is all you can do for the creatures that so enrich our lives…bless you all

I’m so sorry to hear of your loss. Sympathies to all – again i’m very sorry to hear.

I am so sorry.

I wasn’t going to get all teary-eyed over a deceased basset hound I never met, a continent away.

And then you hit me with “rueful morrow of manhood.” And now my eyes are non-work-safe.

Heartfelt condolences.

I am a grandmother and I live in Alabama. There are three dearly beloved teenaged dogs in my family, plus a rambunctious four year old. I have been reading your blog every day for several years, and I can’t tell you how many times you helped me keep a good perspective through your wonderful sense of humor, your gift for snark (can’t think of a better word), and the bassett blogging. I wish I could do the same for you now. I am a lurker on many blogs, but I don’t post anywhere. Last week, when you first posted about Satchmo’s illness, I registered to comment here. I wanted to send some encouraging words. I kept hoping your little Satchmo would get better. I am so sorry for your loss. Deb

I’m so sorry….

Let me add my condolences also.

Sorry, man. I hope Satchmo passed on the dharma knowledge to Beck or Fenway. It’s always tough finding another true Zen master.

I have been reading your blog now for a few months (I love it by the way) and have followed your story about Satchmo. I understand your loss and am so sorry. But I believe that he and my Shadow and Cinder are playing together at this moment.

Cathy

Bit by bit, nevertheless, it comes over us that we shall never again hear the 
laughter of our friend, that this one
garden is forever locked against us. And at that moment begins our true
 mourning, which, though it may not be
rending, is yet a little bitter. For nothing, in truth, can replace that
 companion. Old friends cannot be created out
 of hand. Nothing can match the treasure of common memories, of trials endured 
together, of quarrels and
reconciliations and generous emotions. It is idle, having planted an acorn in
 the morning, to expect that 
afternoon to sit in the shadow of an oak.



Antoine St. Exupery; Wind, Sand, and Stars.

Mostly a lurker here, but I’ve been following developments regarding Satchmo with interest. I’m very sorry for your loss – peace to you and yours.

So very sorry, TBogg. So sorry. Nothing else to say.

Long time reader, never a commenter. Had to register so I could add my condolences to the pile.

Satchmo was my favorite Bassett hound ever.

Gttim, I was very moved by your post about Hilda (the hellion) and very sorry for your loss. It sounds like you could have used the Dog Whisperer’s help with Hilda. Regardless, good on you for taking her on and sticking with her. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen Cricket Cast, but Hilda looks like she could be Cricket’s cousin.
http://cricketcast.net/ (the earlier videos are highly amusing and poignant, well worth watching.)

hugs and condolences to you, Mrs Bogg and the L&T One … and especially Beckham. I’m so very sorry for your loss.

Beautiful picture. My 9 year old son Luke and his dad are away in Indiana visiting grandparents. We live in Seattle. I talked to them by phone last night and told Luke that our friend Satchmo had died. We had a good cry together.
Thanks for the memories.