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As those of you with the really good Hallmark calendars are probably aware, today is St. Satchmo Day; a day when, in memory of the late great Satchmo who may very well have been the sweetest dog to ever wander the earth or nap on a couch, we take a moment out of our day and appreciate the things that really matter like taking the dog out for a walk in the warm summer twilight as the street lights come on, feeling the summer lawn beneath your bare feet, walking just to walk because it feels good, before finally telling the dog, “C’mon boy, lets go home” and he looks at you, wags his tail, and you both head for home knowing that it just doesn’t get any better than this.
Hug your dog today and remember the moment.
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I will hug my two slobbery boxer dogs today in honor of St. Satchmo.
Aww, what a beautiful guy.
And I’m giving my happy yellow lab scratches on her rear end as I type this.
Wow. It seems like yesterday when you got me misty with your St. Satchmo tribute from last year. Alright, enough of that. I have a 14 year old Shih-Tzu that could use some love…
I’m going to let Arthur chomp on me as much as he wants to.
“Hug you[r] dog today and remember the moment.”
Way ahead of you. But I’ll make sure to do it again when I get home from work.
Best damn dog =ever=.
A moment of slience in honor of Satchmo, and all our dearly departed furry ones. What a sweetie.
A presence nearby,
In the flesh or in the mind.
Hello there, buddy.
You used to say Cooder was your best dog evah. You’re just one of those people that tells each of your dogs “You’re the bestest dog evah, but don’t tell your brothers k?” But you’re right about this, Satchmo was the bestest dog evah.
Sadie is pushing 15, getting deaf, can still climb the stairs and has got a touch of arfheimer’s. Our walks are more of a “stop and sniff” as she has to check her pee-mail and “reply all”.
She and I spent many a day out at the stable riding across the fields at a full run or just walking on the trails with my old friend Raffon, “best horse ever”.
As Tom is a “former cowboy”, I would like to add
Horses lend us the wings we lack
Thx for the reminder — Lucky and I brought an extra tennis ball and stayed an extra half hour on the meadow this morning, just because…
Good dog, Satchmo, good boy.
Mine died last November. She rests in my back yard so that I can be with her often. Every single day I wish I could give her a hug as she was a huge part of my life.
You’ve got me tearing up here, sitting at my desk at work. God damn you.
My two kitties are going to get extra ear scritches and butt scratches when I get home. For Satchmo.
Yeah, I wondered why my little Midnight was extra-cuddly this morning, climbing onto my shoulder and flopping across my back while I furiously rubbed her butt. Makes sense now.
Good dogs all. I told my daughter, growing up, to treat everything she loves like a dog because you only have a short time. Assholes, however, never seem to die….
Satchmo was, indeed, a damned fine dog. Tbogg made a whole bunch of us who never met him fall in love nonetheless. On this day I’ll remember Satchmo and all the dogs I’ve known and loved and lost in my own lifetime so far.
But for today, I’ll give my little grandson an extra hug and whisper to him about the dog he’s going to have someday.
We took Garp to the beach today. His backside is so weak that the trek across the sand left his droopy mug looking more like Joe Lieberman after a root canal than ever. (He’s hyper-thyroidal among other things, which gives him a “tragic face”. Even more tragic when he gives us that “You want me to walk where” looks.)
Anyway, the old boy made it just in time to collapse in the surf and cool off. Then, when he couldn’t really make it back to the chairs, we moved over to be next to him.
I guess it won’t be long now.
I’ll make sure he looks up Satchmo in the Great Beyond. Garp never met another dog he didn’t like. Or a person. Or a meal.
I’ll die some when the day comes.
I’m a professional lurker here, amateur leftie, and dog owner.
My 10 year old corgi Laddie died suddenly yesterday. He was a real gentleman, a newspaper reading, pipe and slippers kind of guy like his dog-sitter put it.
And he died just like the gentleman he was. He ate a good breakfast. We went to the movies in Baltimore in the afternoon (The Girl Who Played with Fire). Before we left we offered all three dogs a treat (another corgi and a Goldendoodle). He refused his treat but I figured he thought he was getting a bath like the other two dogs had so was boycotting even treats.
Then when we got home he was gone. I really miss him and Laptop and Lammie are blue. Laptop and Laddie walked side by side for 10 years.
I have alot of gratitude to Laddie though. There was the nerve wracking and painful time of what veterinary care would be appropriate for an older dog. Cost/Benefit analysis I guess you could say. And I didn’t have to put him to sleep at the Vet’s, petting him, telling him, “You’re a good boy, Laddie” and then knowing, right then and there, he was gone.
He had CCL (canine ACL) surgery about 3 years ago. After that, he and Laptop pretty much took it easy. He might have died from one too many treats.
Laddie, you’re a good boy.
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Just got off work, was just thinkin’ I need me some basset pics right about now. I am SO glad I scrolled! I loves me some Satchmo.
The world is darker without Satchmo. Since the Great One passed, wingnuts seem nuttier and meaner, like the progressively creepy hillbillies in True Blood.
It’s like The Road down here without you, S!
The St. Satchmo Day photo is on my computer at work. Everyone wants to know who that cute dog is and, although I feel foolish saying he belonged to someone I read on the Internet, I’m not removing it until the second coming of Satchmo, which we know can never happen.
It’s nice to see a young shot of the Saint. He had that “old soul” look to him even then. Mahatma Satchi.
Goneway…sorry to hear of your little guy, truly. Had a little walking meatloaf myself who some thought he had Corgi along with the beagle. I was inclined to agree. More personable dog you never met and just waiting for the friends he hadn’t met to give him a scratch when the did. Year and a half now but after 15 years there’s still an awful big hole. Scratch the rest of your buddies for me as well as Satch.
Two years ? Wow. Time passes slowly when you’re missing someone you love.
What a lovely pic of your handsome boy.
And, gonewaybeyond, my heartfelt sympathies. I came home from work one day to find that our then favorite kitty had died in her sleep, on the bed next to my napping hubby, who loved her even more fiercely. It was stunning. It’s never easy, however it happens. You are in the right place here, as you obviously know.
I’m so sorry for the loss of your precious Laddie. My condolences to you and your family.
BOHICA, Sadie is a doll, and Raffon is magnificent.
TBogg, there is something about Satchmo’s face. He looks so noble. I will cuddle my two boys (cats) in his honor tonight.
Gonewaybeyond: I’m so sorry for your loss.
Pets make the unbearable easier to bear. I can’t count how many times my kitties have comforted me when I cried, even if it was only to tolerate me burying my face in their fur.
Pets give you reason to keep on going – because they rely on you, trust you to look out for them, and need you more than anything else in the world. I don’t know where I’d be if I didn’t have my fur persons around to remind me how important I am.
Pets make us better humans.
And the really good ones, like St. Satchmo (and Cody, and Beckham, and every other beloved critter that has come and gone) continue to make us better humans long after they’re gone, because our souls stay enlarged by their love forever.
Thanks for sharing his Day with us, TBogg.
Once in a while, I dream of a departed loved one, and I regard such occasions as a chance for just a little bit more of them. In one case, this took the form of seeing the very first dog I remember having again, and being so happy I cried dream tears over her. One second later, she started dragging her butt on the carpet just like she did when she was alive, and I was still happy to see her.
Every time I sign in on this blog, I hopefully check the clicky box “remember me” and it never does. Annie never checked anything, but I still remember her.
And here’s to Satchmo. Good dog.
What a beautiful pup.
Bye, Satchmo. And Trixie, my 18 year old cocker who left me two years ago. I still can’t go for a walk without getting that misty feeling. It’s about time to look for another methinks.
Thanks all very much for your comments about Laddie Boy. I’m still sad, but in a good way. Thanks again.
“He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion – Anonymous”
To all who mourn for lost friends-go find another. There are many who need you, and you need them. Such unconditional love is a limitless gift, of which you should not deprive yourself, or them.
Selah.