Sancho, My Dog
Recently, we were filling out a pet sympathy card for Sarah's cousins. Sarah asked how their dog died. I explained that their dog was old, almost as old as Sancho, and her body stopped working.
Excitedly, Sarah said, "That means Sancho is almost dead!"
With an enormous smile, she yelled while running outside, "Maybe he's already dead!"
Trust me. If Sancho could talk, his words would be just as harsh. There is no love lost between those two.
Silly Sanch. I get you. OK. Not really. But, I still love you and your needy, insecure, complicated, demanding ways. Except your breath. No love there. Let's get you a mint.
posted by J Fife @ 7:25 AM
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oh sancho! give your dog many, many, many hugs while you can!!! no matter how bad his breath is. we lost our beloved rottweiler, tasha, about a month ago and i still look for when i pull up at midnight-thirty from a long day at the lab! i will never forget the sight of her in the hole she dug, and james in his much smaller hole right next to her in the middle of my flowerbed! aaahhh, good times. i will not, however, miss the non-stop barking at the electric fence. she would stand there and shock herself, repeatedly, to see if it was off so she could rip it out! but i ramble...
love, carrie
Procrastinating, I stumbled on to your blog (looking at folks who enjoyed Desert Solitaire). Nice writing. Enjoyable mundanity.
Cheers!
It is funny, you have a pet that is nothing but grumpy grief, but when they are gone you miss them terribly.
Mine was a cat named, Phuff. She had peed all over a houseguests luggage and clothes when she found them sleeping in my bed, she used to torment my parent's Llasa by not letting it in through the dog door, sitting on my head when I was sleeping when she was hungry...I miss the little witch.
Read "Marley and Me" and you will have a whole new appreciation for persnickity pets.
SANCHO RULES!!
I love this blog. And the "cold" ones. Seeing as kids are somewhat similar, this reminds me of another Hank story:
As we were driving home from swim class last week, Hank asked me what happens to dead people's bodies. I explained about burying and cremation. The latter led to a discussion on sprinkling. I explained that you pick a favorite place to sprinkle the ashes, but if you are keeping them indoors, then you do not sprinkle. Then they stay in the box, like my dog Sassy. She is on the mantle.
Hank knows that Casey will die sometime in the next few years, because I've been telling him that since before he really knew what I meant. I didn't want it to come as a huge shock. Anyway, he suggested that when she dies, we put her box under the table.
He also said we should put his box on his slide. He was a little worried that it would fall down, but I suggested we put it on the platform at the top of the slide. He agreed enthusiastically.
None of this upset him at all.
Rach
Carrie - I'm so sorry about Tasha. I didn't know. Those silly dogs really become part of the family.
Allan - Desert Solitaire is just lovely. Thanks for stopping by.
Deby - What a great name for a cat!
Jonzie - I couldn't agree more.
Rach - What I love most about this story is how honest you are with Hank. I try really hard to do the same with Sarah. Isn't it amazing how unfazed kids are by life and death?
Oh, I miss Sassy and her constant search for snacks.
LOL! The beautiful,unabashed, unadulterated, brutaly honest dialogue of children. So glad you posted this!
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