I’ve just been staring at the picture for 10 minutes now feeling so sad. We’ll all miss Satchmo like one of our own. Condolence to you and your family, Tbogg.
My condolences to all of you. Savor the good memories, and take whatever comfort you can in the knowledge that Satchmo is no longer suffering, and you did all you could to make his final days comfortable.
Aw, geez….what can I say? So sorry to see this post. Hey Satchmo, you’re in a better place…if there’s a doggy heaven, look up Buffett, you get along famously.
All dogs go to heaven, except possibly my Mom’s dachshund Angel, but Satchmo must have one of the best and most comfortable spots reserved for him, perhaps next to my Golden Retriever, Cassie.
Thoughts and prayers to you, the L&T Mrs. and Casey, be she there or back at school. I know it’s been a hard road for all of you with Satch’s problems in the last few weeks. My heart goes out to you in your moment of loss.
Oh, TBogg…I’m so sorry. Kind of thought this was the case when you didn’t post for so long.
Gosh, as always, words fail. Many psychics hugs and much caring to you and the entire TBogg family, including the other dogs, who will certainly miss Satchmo.
Some are just too good to tarry here amongst us and living with Beckham and Fenway would make the comparison more stark. I’ll miss those patient eyes every Thursday as if he had been one of ours. You did all you could and all anyone could have expected.
Not sure what to wish for, that you take some time off to grieve or that you get it out with some of the snarky voodoo that you do so well . . . . we’re here either way.
Just for the record, goddammit and where is God? and all.
I suppose it is the cycle of life, but I know it doesn’t help right now.
May you all settle in and remember ol’ Satch for the laughs and joy and comfort and love he gave you all.
Dogs are the Art of Life. There is no love like that from a dog, MrsBogg’s and the LTC’s notwithstanding. THEY get mad at you from time to time, even if they love you with all your heart. Satchmo? I’ll bet he was never mad at you in his life. He loved you, too.
Oh you guys, I am so sorry and sad for you - but Satchmo the Good is not suffering anymore and that’s what you were able to do for him when nothing else could be done. I’m in tears writing this, but I can imagine how you all are feeling - hug Beckham and Fenway a lot, and maybe that will help a little.
Have a little remembrance of Satchmo’s good times and when he made you laugh - he was a good boy, and he loved you all more than anything, I know. And you’ve immortalized him here for all of us, so he will live in our hearts as well as in yours. And as the saying goes, that is the best place to lay your beloved dog to rest - in your heart.
TBogg, et al,
As we approach the sixth birthday of our own Peanut, the topic of pets is being driven home in our small parental minds. I grew up with dogs, saw ‘em come and saw ‘em go. One who shared her life with us for fourteen years (human). I know the part they play in a family. But that was over 30 years past.
Thank you TBogg for reminding me how to love our pets and for providing the final impetus to go henceforth and secure a beast of a child friendly nature. This is something I wouldn’t want my daughter to miss for the world.
Oh yeah, TBogg, I failed to mention that I have made a contribution in Satchmo’s name to my favourite animal charity, a wonderful no-kill cat home and shelter.
Yeah, I know: Satchmo was a dog; but I no longer have the living conditions for dogs, and I am besotted with love for cats as well. My present two I brought back with me after I retired from my career overseas. They are now 13 and 14 years of age. So far so wonderful.
Although I have never commented before, I have been following the story of his illness and it brought back all the memories of my own dog’s last days. I was dreading this post. It is never easy to deal with the loss of a much loved pet. I am very sorry.
No words of my own … tears coursing freely … I am so deeply sorry.
And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest…and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands. -Beth Norman Harris
He was a lucky, lucky dog. I mean, how many other dogs can say they have this many people consider them a part of those people’s lives, in however small a way? He was a veritable low-slung celebrity.
I got a call asking if I’d checked Tbogg today. My heart sank. I figured it was Satchmo. I’m so sorry. The world was a better place with Satchmo in it.
Both my wife and I are greaving wih you . We have had many dogs and cats that become part of the family only to pass away far too soon .
It’s never easy and if you ever find any words that can really help in that loss , please let me know . All I can do is cry . Bless you and all your family .
wski
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
As I sit here and cry for him, I know he’s running at the Rainbow Bridge.
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Your kindness informed his life.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
Music not only to his ears but to ours, as you spoke not only to him but of him; so highly and with such affection and love that strangers who have never met your dogs weep for him and for you today.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside… for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements… and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth… though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land… for you are my god… and I am your devoted worshiper.
Not only did you give him your bed, you provided him with an ottoman to get to it. And allowed him to turn in circles, pounce, throw the coverings about and nose the pillows to his satisfaction.
And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest…and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
I hope you can take comfort in knowing that Satch had the very best life any dog could ever hope for right to the end. Where ever Satch is he’s surely sharing the story of his family, the way you shared the story of him here every Thursday. With pride, affection, love, and wry humour. The best family a dog could ever have.
great minds Google alike or it may be that I Googled and you just knew of this author and her lovely prayer. It’s a great one. I should have cited her name at the end of my post. L.
When some proud Son of Man returns to Earth,
Unknown by Glory, but upheld by Birth,
The sculptor’s art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rests below.
When all is done, upon the Tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his Master’s own,
Who labors, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonored falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the Soul he held on earth –
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power –
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy tongue hypocrisy, thy words deceit!
By nature vile, ennoble but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye, who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on – it honors none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend’s remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one – and here he lies.
I actually met Satchmo one morning while he sniffed ’round my truck. Were it not for his slow-pokiness I never would have heard you say “C’mon Satchmo,” and I wouldn’t have been gobsmacked into saying “Hey, you’re Tbogg!”
Satchmo was completely unprejudiced and offered himself, rather regally, for a scratch under the collar.
His was no doubt a hedonistic life of endless delight and play. Not all bassets get to live in San Diego, you did right by him, Tom.
Aw crap. RIP Satchmo. Condolences from Fred and Bubba the geckos and Clarus the snake. Also from the hideous monkey who occasionally provides food and has the key to the enclosure.
He was loved from afar, but always from his family. I’m sure he is in a great place, it would be hard to imagine a better one than where he spent his earthly years, though.
My condolences to you and your family, and the other pooches.
As my family is often wont to say when learning of sad news like this, “Well done.” It makes a person smile, but still won’t do too much to take the edge off until some time has passed. Still, “Well done.”
I’m a 51 year old man sitting here crying my eyes out, my own dog, a 5 year old dingo-husky, at my feet, studying me knowingly.
We’ve never met, but I’ve been reading you for years and the adventures of your family have warmed my heart and made me laugh. Now my heart is broken.
I have nothing else to say except that here’s some music that helped me, I hope I can return the favor and warm your hearts a little too at this time of sorrow.
A heartfelt thank you from the entire clan. That our lovely “big man” touched so many of you is comforting in ways you can never know. We will all sleep peacefully tonight and Satchmo’s spot at the end of the bed will always be warm. Again, thank you so much.
Two weeks ago today, we released our lab Finnegan from his suffering. So many of his symptoms seemed the same (weakness then paralysis in the hindquarters), I didn’t want to post about it. I didn’t really like Finn, but when the time came, I found to my surprise I loved him dearly. Our decision was made easier by a stroke that left him unable to stand and the seizures that I’m grateful my wife never saw.
I doubt very much that I felt as strongly towards my neurotic lab as you felt towards Satchmo, but my heart still breaks thinking about it.
In the end, our dogs give us these moments of joy and consternation, warm noses on a cold morning and steaming hot mounds on the lawn. But because their lives are so brief, they also give us that startling reminder that life is short for all of us.
Bark-e Diem.
Find solace in Beckham, Fenway, Mrs TBogg and L&TC. Share all of Satchmo’s hugs with them.
In thee, O Sirius, do I put my trust: let me never be cast aside.
Deliver me and cause me to escape: incline thine ear unto me, and save me.
Be thou my strong guardian whereunto I may continually resort.
Deliver me, O Sirius, out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel person.
for thou art my hope, O Sirius; thou art my trust from my youth.
Cast me not off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength faileth.
Sirius thou has taught me from my youth to be as loyal and faithful and true to my loved ones as you are firm in the sky: and hitherto have I followed thy example.
Now also when I am old and white-muzzled, Sirius forsake me not;
until I have shown thy wisdom unto this generation of young dogs, and thy power to every puppy that I know.
And when my stride shall falter, my jump fall short, my food no longer appeal, then Sirius, shine thy light onto my person-friends so they will know the time has come for me to leave quietly, lovingly, and become a lasting memory.
And then, O Sirius, I will have left sore troubles and you shall quicken me again, and shall bring me up again from the depths of the earth.
Thou shalt increase my greatness, and comfort me on every side.
And we shall run through the heavens together.
I’m so sorry for your loss. My he be where good dogs go, with lots of beach to run on, couches all to himself and lots of flipped burgers missing the BBQ.
Oh, damn. Condolences to all the Tbogg family. And thank you so much for the privilege of having known, however distant and incomplete, your beloved Satchmo. I weep now for a wise old soul who warmed my heart, and hope your breaking hearts will feel how many people are so moved.
Many of us seem to know first hand how hard an experience this is. I sincerely hope that all of the departed friends mentioned in this thread, including my late pal, the generally good natured cockapoo Ralph, are running around with Satch somewhere. They all deserve it.
I’m really sorry to read this news. It’s the lousy part of having pets, of course, but the rest of the time with them surely makes up for these moments. Yeah, they’re “just animals” but they’re still part of the family. Condolences to you all.
It is a tribute to dogs and the power of the Internets (as well as your writing) that so many people who have never met Satchmo or you can feel so strongly at his passing.
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Aw, God. Oh crap. I’m so damned sorry.
F@ck!
See ya Satchmo.
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Poor Satch. Poor Tbogg and all the other boggs. So sorry, and hugs.
I know all your hearts are breaking…so sorry. He was such a dignified presence.
Aw jeez.
So sorry about that, friends.
I’m so sorry.
Shit. Condolences to the family.
i’m so sorry.
I’ve just been staring at the picture for 10 minutes now feeling so sad. We’ll all miss Satchmo like one of our own. Condolence to you and your family, Tbogg.
And wherever you are, Satchmo, be happy!
My condolences to all of you. Savor the good memories, and take whatever comfort you can in the knowledge that Satchmo is no longer suffering, and you did all you could to make his final days comfortable.
Deepest sympathies.
Damn.
Babies, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.
Oh darling TBoggs…. I’m so sorry.
Oh my dears. My dearies.
Sorry to hear about Satchmo.
Aw, geez….what can I say? So sorry to see this post. Hey Satchmo, you’re in a better place…if there’s a doggy heaven, look up Buffett, you get along famously.
My condolences to all of you. He was a lucky dog to have lived his life with
such a terrific loving family.
TJ
And this is the way it goes …. Bernie Mac, Isaac Hayes and Satchmo.
I think Isaac Hayes and Satchmo are wailing tonight.
Please accept my condolences.
Thanks Satch. My Thursdays were a little bit brighter because of you.
Crud.
My best to you and yours.
.
Oh, no. Oh. no no no.
I am so sorry. My heart goes out to all of you.
Blessings and love to you all.
So sorry. Losing a buddy is so hard.
Oh no. So sorry, TBogg.
All dogs go to heaven, except possibly my Mom’s dachshund Angel, but Satchmo must have one of the best and most comfortable spots reserved for him, perhaps next to my Golden Retriever, Cassie.
He’s so beautiful. I am so sorry.
I’m sorry for your loss.
he seemed like a great guy.
Thoughts and prayers to you, the L&T Mrs. and Casey, be she there or back at school. I know it’s been a hard road for all of you with Satch’s problems in the last few weeks. My heart goes out to you in your moment of loss.
Oh, TBogg…I’m so sorry. Kind of thought this was the case when you didn’t post for so long.
Gosh, as always, words fail. Many psychics hugs and much caring to you and the entire TBogg family, including the other dogs, who will certainly miss Satchmo.
All best.
Some are just too good to tarry here amongst us and living with Beckham and Fenway would make the comparison more stark. I’ll miss those patient eyes every Thursday as if he had been one of ours. You did all you could and all anyone could have expected.
Not sure what to wish for, that you take some time off to grieve or that you get it out with some of the snarky voodoo that you do so well . . . . we’re here either way.
Sorry for your loss. Hang in there.
Oh, Tom. I’m so sorry.
Best to you and yours.
Damn, damn, damn, damn.
I lost my favorite cat in March. She used to curl up next to me for hours on end. I still miss her terribly.
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Losing a pet sucks, big time.
Ahh, crap. We’ll hoist a glass to him this evening!
So sad. Satchmo will not be forgotten by all of his extended family out here.
There is no pain like a loved one lost, and my love and respect for the entire Bogg family is unlimited, given I’ve never met you and all.
I’m very sorry for all of you. Just thinking about losing a beloved dog makes me well up, since, you know, I’ve been there.
You are a good man, TBogg. And a good dog knows it. Take heart in that.
My sincere condolences to you, the babulicious and spectacular MrsBogg, and the LTC.
I’m just SO sorry for you. Words do not do the job. They’re clumsy, two left-thumbed things for me when it comes to this stuff.
Love and great respect to all of you,
John O
So, so very sorry to all the Boggs. I went through this exact same thing with my dog three years ago, and my heart goes out to you.
Satchmo was a well loved beastie who led a good and happy life because of you.
“Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!”
He stayed as long as he could. Rest in peace, good dog.
Oh, hell…at least now the Mighty Finnegan has another playmate. So sorry for your loss.
Just for the record, goddammit and where is God? and all.
I suppose it is the cycle of life, but I know it doesn’t help right now.
May you all settle in and remember ol’ Satch for the laughs and joy and comfort and love he gave you all.
Dogs are the Art of Life. There is no love like that from a dog, MrsBogg’s and the LTC’s notwithstanding. THEY get mad at you from time to time, even if they love you with all your heart. Satchmo? I’ll bet he was never mad at you in his life. He loved you, too.
I’m so sorry…
Oh, crap. My best to you, tbogg, and to the L&T Ms. tbogg’s as well. I share your pain.
Nat
I am so sad and so sorry. I can’t imagine not seeing his lovely velvety face again.
I hope Beckham’s holding up ok. Can’t imagine what he must be feeling right now. Glad Fenway’s there to keep him company.
Hugs to you all. Satch, you’ll always have a place in my heart.
Aw, no. Tbogg–much love and comfort to you and yours.
And a glass (bowl?) raised in honor of Satchmo: One of the BEST ones.
(And you know what? You did right by Satchmo. But you know that already.)
Too emotional to post sanely.
MrsBogg and the LTC love you with all THEIR HEARTS.
Sheesh.
But not like Satch. Bless you all.
Oh you guys, I am so sorry and sad for you - but Satchmo the Good is not suffering anymore and that’s what you were able to do for him when nothing else could be done. I’m in tears writing this, but I can imagine how you all are feeling - hug Beckham and Fenway a lot, and maybe that will help a little.
Have a little remembrance of Satchmo’s good times and when he made you laugh - he was a good boy, and he loved you all more than anything, I know. And you’ve immortalized him here for all of us, so he will live in our hearts as well as in yours. And as the saying goes, that is the best place to lay your beloved dog to rest - in your heart.
Be well.
TBogg, et al,
As we approach the sixth birthday of our own Peanut, the topic of pets is being driven home in our small parental minds. I grew up with dogs, saw ‘em come and saw ‘em go. One who shared her life with us for fourteen years (human). I know the part they play in a family. But that was over 30 years past.
Thank you TBogg for reminding me how to love our pets and for providing the final impetus to go henceforth and secure a beast of a child friendly nature. This is something I wouldn’t want my daughter to miss for the world.
C.
Satchmo, of course, wasn’t mine, but I feel as if he were inasmuch as I am very saddened and feeling not a little bereft at your loss.
Alas, this seems to be the price of love and there is no complaint department!
I’ve been through this many times, and it surely does not get any easier.
So sorry for your loss TBogg.
Oh yeah, TBogg, I failed to mention that I have made a contribution in Satchmo’s name to my favourite animal charity, a wonderful no-kill cat home and shelter.
Yeah, I know: Satchmo was a dog; but I no longer have the living conditions for dogs, and I am besotted with love for cats as well. My present two I brought back with me after I retired from my career overseas. They are now 13 and 14 years of age. So far so wonderful.
Heartbreaking. So sad for the TBogg family.
Noble Dog.
So, so sorry for loss, TBogg. Please be extra kind to Beckham for awhile…he’s lost his best friend. My heart goes out to you and your.
Although I have never commented before, I have been following the story of his illness and it brought back all the memories of my own dog’s last days. I was dreading this post. It is never easy to deal with the loss of a much loved pet. I am very sorry.
So sorry. My family will keep your family in our thoughts.
Saddest post ever. I’m sorry for the loss of a loved member of your family. Deepest sympathies.
You will live in our hearts forever, Satchmo. You were much admired and loved.
I am so so sorry. Satch was the gentleman on Bassett blog pic days. Hugs to all of the Boggs, four legged and two legged. Words aren’t adequate….
How fine the course,
How gallant the run.
I’m so very sorry. Losing a loved one is never easy.
No words of my own … tears coursing freely … I am so deeply sorry.
He was a lucky, lucky dog. I mean, how many other dogs can say they have this many people consider them a part of those people’s lives, in however small a way? He was a veritable low-slung celebrity.
Don’t worry too much — he’ll be watin’ for ya.
So sorry.
I got $30 in the name of “Satchmo” for Wayside Waifs here in Kansas City and will send it Thursday (a.k.a. payday).
Hey, MarkD, what a great “in memory” idea. Doubtless my local shelter could use a Satchmo memorial donation, too. Thanks for sharing that.
I’m so sorry, Tbogg. You are in my heart.
My condolences, TBogg & fam. Best wishes.
Ooowwwooooooooo
I got a call asking if I’d checked Tbogg today. My heart sank. I figured it was Satchmo. I’m so sorry. The world was a better place with Satchmo in it.
So very sad to hear the news. He was a fine dog, loved and loving. Condolences to you and your family.
crap. shit. crappity. hard to lose a dog, especially one that’s a member of the family. who will hide under the bed and mess the covers up now?
I’m sorry for your troubles. He seemed like a fine dog.
Both my wife and I are greaving wih you . We have had many dogs and cats that become part of the family only to pass away far too soon .
It’s never easy and if you ever find any words that can really help in that loss , please let me know . All I can do is cry . Bless you and all your family .
wski
Beloved pets may come and go but vet bills live forever.
sweet boy
Few things are harder than this to bear - to lose a beloved companion and friend. I wish you all the strength you will need.
Thursdays won’t be quite the same for a while.
Satchmo and Isaac Hayes….. what a drag.
Not much we all can say, other than to express our sorrow and let you know that we all share in your grief.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
As I sit here and cry for him, I know he’s running at the Rainbow Bridge.
Aaaaarrroooooooooooooooo
A Dog’s Prayer
Your kindness informed his life.
Music not only to his ears but to ours, as you spoke not only to him but of him; so highly and with such affection and love that strangers who have never met your dogs weep for him and for you today.
Not only did you give him your bed, you provided him with an ottoman to get to it. And allowed him to turn in circles, pounce, throw the coverings about and nose the pillows to his satisfaction.
I hope you can take comfort in knowing that Satch had the very best life any dog could ever hope for right to the end. Where ever Satch is he’s surely sharing the story of his family, the way you shared the story of him here every Thursday. With pride, affection, love, and wry humour. The best family a dog could ever have.
So sorry. I know how hard it is to lose a longtime companion. My thoughts are with you.
Ana Vidovic is a fitting tribute!
You Tboggs have shown us your hearts.
That’s the greatest gift there is.
Ours go out to you and the pups.
So sorry to hear this. My sincerest condolences. Will be thinking of him and your family.
Aw hell…
I am so sorry for your loss, TBogg & family.
The House of Puddles just received a donation in Satchmo’s name….hopefully it will help another needy senior basset.
And Dick Cheney lives on. So not fair. Condolences to the Bogg family.
Damn damn damn. That’s dear dogs for you–wonderful joys, wonderful heart-breakers. All sympathy.
great minds Google alike or it may be that I Googled and you just knew of this author and her lovely prayer. It’s a great one. I should have cited her name at the end of my post. L.
I am so sorry TBogg-Thanks for sharing Satchmo and the other bassets over the years with your blog readers.
Baruch Dayan haEmet
Thoughts and prayers to you TBogg and the family. What a wonderful sidekick Satchmo was. Thanks for having shared the joy he brought to you.
When some proud Son of Man returns to Earth,
Unknown by Glory, but upheld by Birth,
The sculptor’s art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rests below.
When all is done, upon the Tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his Master’s own,
Who labors, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonored falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the Soul he held on earth –
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power –
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy tongue hypocrisy, thy words deceit!
By nature vile, ennoble but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye, who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on – it honors none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend’s remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one – and here he lies.
–Lord Byron
My deepest sympathies to you, Mrs. TBogg, and the L&T Casey. I’ll be keeping you in my thoughts.
I am so very very sorry TBogg and family. There is nothing any of us can say to make it better. It truly sucks.
You - and Satchmo - are in our thoughts and hearts
Heartbroken for all of you. We loved Satchmo too, and hope he’s loping free and eating fresh-baked Nilla Wafers in the happy hunting grounds.
Tbogg,
I actually met Satchmo one morning while he sniffed ’round my truck. Were it not for his slow-pokiness I never would have heard you say “C’mon Satchmo,” and I wouldn’t have been gobsmacked into saying “Hey, you’re Tbogg!”
Satchmo was completely unprejudiced and offered himself, rather regally, for a scratch under the collar.
His was no doubt a hedonistic life of endless delight and play. Not all bassets get to live in San Diego, you did right by him, Tom.
Sean
Aw, crap. I’m so sorry. Please take all the time you need with the family.
I’m so sorry.
Aw crap. RIP Satchmo. Condolences from Fred and Bubba the geckos and Clarus the snake. Also from the hideous monkey who occasionally provides food and has the key to the enclosure.
I am a Satchmo Girl forevah! loved him and am bawling my eyes out
so sorry for all of you at Casa TBogg, continue to hold you all in my heart and pray for your comfort
Deepest sympathies to the whole TBogg family, and dogs.
He was loved from afar, but always from his family. I’m sure he is in a great place, it would be hard to imagine a better one than where he spent his earthly years, though.
My condolences to you and your family, and the other pooches.
As my family is often wont to say when learning of sad news like this, “Well done.” It makes a person smile, but still won’t do too much to take the edge off until some time has passed. Still, “Well done.”
I’m a 51 year old man sitting here crying my eyes out, my own dog, a 5 year old dingo-husky, at my feet, studying me knowingly.
We’ve never met, but I’ve been reading you for years and the adventures of your family have warmed my heart and made me laugh. Now my heart is broken.
I have nothing else to say except that here’s some music that helped me, I hope I can return the favor and warm your hearts a little too at this time of sorrow.
Much love to you and yours, Tom. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMibKxQWRnw
A heartfelt thank you from the entire clan. That our lovely “big man” touched so many of you is comforting in ways you can never know. We will all sleep peacefully tonight and Satchmo’s spot at the end of the bed will always be warm. Again, thank you so much.
You have my most sincere sympathy. Satch was lucky to have been a member of your family.
Aw, hell.
Rest in peace, Satchmo, and peace to the family who loved him too.
Just wanted to chime in with my sympathies to all of the tboggs. I fell in love with Satch from the lovely pics. So sorry.
Made me cry. My heart goes out to both of you.
He’ll be waiting for you at Rainbow Bridge.
Deepest condolences and gentle hugs to the whole TBogg family.
Oh gods. Oh, damn. I’m so sorry. I’m so very, very sorry. Your hearts must be aching.
(((((tbogg family)))))
He was a Good Dog.
We are approaching this day with our 15 year old Airedale, Angus. So very sorry for your family’s loss.
Ouch. That sucks. I had to have my last cat, Tiger - who I’d practically grown up with - put down four years ago. I still miss her.
And since someone’s mentioned it already, here’s the obligatory Rainbow Bridge link.
Two weeks ago today, we released our lab Finnegan from his suffering. So many of his symptoms seemed the same (weakness then paralysis in the hindquarters), I didn’t want to post about it. I didn’t really like Finn, but when the time came, I found to my surprise I loved him dearly. Our decision was made easier by a stroke that left him unable to stand and the seizures that I’m grateful my wife never saw.
I doubt very much that I felt as strongly towards my neurotic lab as you felt towards Satchmo, but my heart still breaks thinking about it.
In the end, our dogs give us these moments of joy and consternation, warm noses on a cold morning and steaming hot mounds on the lawn. But because their lives are so brief, they also give us that startling reminder that life is short for all of us.
Bark-e Diem.
Find solace in Beckham, Fenway, Mrs TBogg and L&TC. Share all of Satchmo’s hugs with them.
If I knew the author, I would source this.
In thee, O Sirius, do I put my trust: let me never be cast aside.
Deliver me and cause me to escape: incline thine ear unto me, and save me.
Be thou my strong guardian whereunto I may continually resort.
Deliver me, O Sirius, out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel person.
for thou art my hope, O Sirius; thou art my trust from my youth.
Cast me not off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength faileth.
Sirius thou has taught me from my youth to be as loyal and faithful and true to my loved ones as you are firm in the sky: and hitherto have I followed thy example.
Now also when I am old and white-muzzled, Sirius forsake me not;
until I have shown thy wisdom unto this generation of young dogs, and thy power to every puppy that I know.
And when my stride shall falter, my jump fall short, my food no longer appeal, then Sirius, shine thy light onto my person-friends so they will know the time has come for me to leave quietly, lovingly, and become a lasting memory.
And then, O Sirius, I will have left sore troubles and you shall quicken me again, and shall bring me up again from the depths of the earth.
Thou shalt increase my greatness, and comfort me on every side.
And we shall run through the heavens together.
Words fail. Damn. I’m so very sorry.
Sorry to hear this news. And Cheney lives. Makes me want to punch God in the face.
Hardest thing in the world to lose a friend and family member like that. I am so sorry for your loss, Tom and family.
Hug Beckham and Fenway…and each other. So long, Satchmo… How about Satchmo’s favorite music for Basset Blogging Thursday?
I’m so sorry for your loss. My he be where good dogs go, with lots of beach to run on, couches all to himself and lots of flipped burgers missing the BBQ.
My condolences, this is terrible. Hang in there, man.
Oh, damn. Condolences to all the Tbogg family. And thank you so much for the privilege of having known, however distant and incomplete, your beloved Satchmo. I weep now for a wise old soul who warmed my heart, and hope your breaking hearts will feel how many people are so moved.
My condolences, TBogg, to you and the rest of Satchmo’s family.
Merd.
Merd. Merd. Merd. Merd. Merd.
Sorry, and merd.
Aw, guys, I’m so sorry. Love to you all.
Oh my. I am so, so sorry. My condolences to you and your family. Happy sniffing and leg lifting to Satchmo in the hereafter of his dreams.
I am soo sorry. My thoughts and prayers go out to you and your family.
TBogg, Mrs TBogg, I am so very sorry for your loss. My thoughts and prayers go out to you and your family. Sweet Satchmo will be missed by all of us.
Just plain unable to express how sorry I am for you guys.
Be warm and well.
I’m so sorry to read this sad news. Condolences.
Giving our pets some extra scritches.
My deepest condolences.
Many of us seem to know first hand how hard an experience this is. I sincerely hope that all of the departed friends mentioned in this thread, including my late pal, the generally good natured cockapoo Ralph, are running around with Satch somewhere. They all deserve it.
I’m really sorry to read this news. It’s the lousy part of having pets, of course, but the rest of the time with them surely makes up for these moments. Yeah, they’re “just animals” but they’re still part of the family. Condolences to you all.
I just got in after a long travel day, all I can say is I am positive he had a wonderful life.
so very sorry: my heart goes out to all of you.
Damn. However long they may have shared their lives with us, The Good Die Young. My deepest sympathies, not least to Beckham & Fenway…
“And now I must seek for a new path –
Which I fear that I never shall find –
One that does not carry the echoes
Of Four-Foot running behind… “
I’m so sorry.
Be strong TBogg, Mrs. TBogg, The lovely and talented Casey, Beckham, Fenwick.
We love you.
I am so sorry for your loss TBogg and family. Peace be with you.
With deepest sympathy… *hugs*
It is a tribute to dogs and the power of the Internets (as well as your writing) that so many people who have never met Satchmo or you can feel so strongly at his passing.
You did the right thing.
He was a good