Smudge Saturday

hmmmm . . . It seems our interlopers have been sneaking onto our blog when no one is watching. We'll have to deal with that later. For the moment, we want to do a post for Smudge and his beans.


Radcliff here.

We never really knew Smudge very well, but we were watching and purrrring for him during his battle with this ugly parasite. We're hoping Zoe and their beans are feeling a little better, and are thinking about Smudge's life, and not his end.

We saw this video on zazamataz, and we thought it said what needed said much better than we ever could. (even if it IS about a woofer!)



for those of you who don't want to wait for the video to download, you can read the entire poem at "Beau". The last few lines are

He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.

And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.

And there are nights when I think
I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.