I waaaaaaaaaaaaant him.

That first pic is so cute. He’s just asking for raspberries on his tummy.

Second pic, noble.

Third, awwwwwwwww. Does Beckham have the flu today?

Fourth, what I envision him doing right now with Satch somewhere close by.

These strolls down memory lane are good for the soul.

Thanks for posting. He was the one who really got to me.

Fourth, what I envision him doing right now with Satch somewhere close by.

Damn, I was doing fine until this. Yes.

Aw, shucks. Now I has a sad. This helps.

Thanks for posting the comment thread of one year ago. There is a poem someone had typed in that brought me to tears then and tonight, also. My ol’ girl, Molly, died around the same time as Beckham. 1994-2009.

Every reader who has lost a beloved friend shares your pain tonight.

We lost Pepper, a great dog and maybe the best I’ve ever had, a few years ago. After four months or so, we were ready to adopt again, and we found Angus, and we love him every bit as much as we loved her. But not a week goes by without two or three days where I think about Pepper and how much I still miss her. And while that feeling doesn’t pack quite the same amount of pain it once did, it still carries a pronounced ache with it. And so it shall be to the end of my days.

We love our dogs. And TBogg, we love your dogs, too.

We love Molokai and Maggie (our current Bassets), and current cats Obama (yes, that’s his name, though he’s orange not black) and Gracie, but I still miss Maui and Kona (our past Bassets), and also our first Maggie (a Lab mix), and past cats Midnight, Felicia and Pirate. They’re all special. I’ll be thinking of the Tboggs, Beckham and Satchmo tonight.

You should have included a Green Period picture though.

Aw, the sweet, the handsome, the too-soon, too suddenly-gone Beckham, we salute and remember you.

Your last lines..I understant all too well. I’m still feeling that way about the favorite, beloved cat who died at Christmas ’09, and now, it’s 9 days since my next favorite boy died at the vet’s office. I feel guilty petting the still-living ones, because I keep thinking that the lost one is not here, and I want him back.

Yes, everyone here, I’ll bet, has been there and we know the feelings well.

thx for the pics, the remembrances seem to tug on our souls when we remember the ones who’ve passed.

Awww.

You are so generous to share with us, sir. Thank you.

On a lighter note:
Non Sequitur

We love our pets, but there are some pets who seem to touch us more deeply than others. When I was in high school, we adopted a Manchester/poodle mix and named him Bogart. He was the smartest dog I’ve ever known, and loaded with personality. He would climb up into my lap, wrap his paws around my neck, and lay his head on my shoulder when I sat down. He loved all of us and we adored him.

Years later, after I had married and moved a few miles away, I got the dreaded call from my mom. “Bo’s fading; you should come.”

I jumped into my car, my heart breaking, tears streaming down my face. When I got to my parent’s house, I could hear a terrible keening from inside. I burst into the family room and found him lying on the floor, my mom next to him. She told me she had held him in her arms all night andhe hadn’t stopped crying.

I lay down next to him and said, “I’m here, sweetheart. I love you! Good dog, good dog!”

He stopped the keening cry.

We took him to the emergency vet where he was given a shot to ease the pain and he died with all of his beloved family around him.

This happened twenty years ago and it still seems like yesterday.

Good boy. (Pats and ear skritches) We miss you.

I still have the photo of the late great Icky my sweety pit on my desk smiling up at me, and its been almost 6 years.

Awwwwww. There’s the sweetie, Beckham. You are missed, good dog sir.

ETA: That first picture is just so cute.

God he looks so soft. What a beautiful coat. Sweet boy.

I miss him too, even though I never met him in person. And I love his baby belly in the first picture.

When the L&T Casey and I wandered into the pet store (which I generally avoid like the plague mind you) in Palm Springs, I never expected to see this tiny,gorgeous basset puppy staring out from his cage at us. Casey asked me is she could get him out and hold him and being the pushover that I am, I said yes. We went outside to call Tbogg and my first words were “you need to talk me out of this” and his response was “we could name him Beckham”. Great help honey. Of course there was never really any doubt that he would join the Tbogg household. Becks brought us great joy and much laughter and while we all still miss him like he just left us yesterday, there is comfort in knowing he and Satchmo are waiting for us in that place over the rainbow. Thank you all for remembering the little guy with us…it means alot.

Wow. A pet shop puppy? Never would’ve guessed. Well, one of my very best cats came from a pet shop, too…similar…only the “kid” was my then-husband. Every other one has been a rescue – but she was a very special animal, despite her origin.

Btw, I clicked the link, and that photo of Beckham running across the beach…just broke my heart. Beatiful photo – front paw in the air, innocent joy in the face, beach and water all around…and beautiful pup.

I don’t know how it is that we who’ve never met your dogs find we love them, too. But we do.

Now you’ve done it. I’ve been crying at the drop of a hat over everything from Christina Taylor-Green to Roger Ebert’s chin prosthesis (so you see, not only over sad stuff) for the last two weeks. And now, again. Becks was a Great American Basset. He left you far too soon.