Hobey, 1995-2014
Submitted by Sarah D. Bunting on March 28, 2014 – 3:04 PM213 Comments
Professor Sunbeam, June 2013
One time, years ago, I started making a list of all the nicknames I had for the Hobe: Orangino. Hobey Wan. Clicks. Herr Mittenspiel. Grampy. Creamsicle. Tolstoy.
I stopped after, like, 37, because it was still only a fraction of the list, because he would keep licking a plastic bag like a big weirdo no matter what I called him, because they all meant the same thing, the thing all nicknames mean, that he was known, that he was loved.
And he is, more than all his names can say.
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Sars, I’m so, so sorry. I’m another one who’s always loved your cat-related essays. The Roomba one had me laughing so hard I cried.
I’m another faithful reader who’s become more occasional as life has happened, but I stop by from time to time to check in. I was so sorry to hear this; the Joe-and-Hobey stories are some of my favorites, and forever will I associate a Roomba with startle poo.
I’m sorry for your loss and hope that The Iron Lung keeps you and Dirk company through it. Sending peace to all three of you.
I am SO sorry for your loss. I always enjoyed the antics of The Hobe.
Oh noooo. I’m so sorry. This is the worst part of pet ownership.
I’m so sorry Sarah! My hugs and condolences.
I’m so sorry. I always loved your Hobey stories.
I haven’t stopped in for a while, but I’ve been reading your website since I was in junior high, and looking at the dates I realise it was right as Hobey came along. I just want to express my sympathy for your furry companion. It’s very lucky that you got to enjoy him for so long, though I know that can make it seem harder right now.
Oh, Sars. I’m so sorry. It always seemed like somehow the Hobe would be around forever. Many condolences, and thank you for sharing his stories, hilarious and otherwise, with us.
Oh christ! I’m just seeing this now, about 2 weeks later. I’m so sorry for your loss of Hobe. I really felt like I knew the big, lovable, dork through your years of entertaining stories about him. He will be missed. **sniff**
Oh Sars – I know I’m WAY late to the party here, but I am SO SO sorry for your loss. Your essays on Hobe (and the late great Joe) nearly cost me my job on more than one occasion, as snorting and choking and basically looking like one is having a seizure is frown upon in an office environment. I’ll be sure to toast The Orange One tonight.
I’m so sorry, Sars. May he forever chase (and be chased by) celestial Roombas.
I am so sorry, S. I am so sorry I just found this now looking at the archives. My heart goes out to you as I cry.
Thanks, friend. Knocking a certain Bob Uecker nesting doll off the shelf with his tail was one of his favorite pastimes. :)