Tobias Waldemar Sartin 1994-2009

Sea BreezesTobias "Toby" Waldemar Sartin passed away quietly in his backyard under a pine tree on September 25, 2009 in McIntosh County, Georgia. His best buddy, Trooper was by his side. Toby was 15 years old. He was born January 21, 1994, in Memphis, Tennessee, puppy of sire Eileens Garth Man and dam Arts Little Reba. He was the largest red long haired dachshund in his litter. Toby was registered with the American Kennel Club on January 13, 1995. His funeral service was held Saturday, September 26 in his backyard. After the burial, Trooper slept by the grave for a long while, tears rolling down his old eyes. This writer did not know dogs wept.
As a puppy, Toby spent his first four years in Dyersburg, Tennessee. He received his early education at dog obedience classes in Dyersburg. He took the class twice; the second time he won a fourth place trophy in the class.He always liked the trophy displayed low, so he could admire it. Toby was known for his love of himself, his toys, and sitting pretty and mooching. He hated cats and other dogs. He never bit a stranger. He only bit his own family. He also loved to sleep and burrow into beds. He never really cared much for house breaking. He loved the beach, walking and riding in the basket on the bike. He liked eating anything off the floor. He licked dishwashers and loved full garbage cans. One time he fell into the upright kitchen garbage can with his tail hanging out, still eating the stale food at the bottom. He loved water and baths.He loved his chew bones, but never really enjoyed them as he carried them around the house trying to hide them, so no one else would get them. He trusted no one or no thing. Toby was gay. We called him Sweet Boy. He and Trooper were known in the family as "The Boys". Toby was blessed many times at the annual "Blessing of the Pets" on St. Francis of Assi Day at many Episcopal churches, his family attended over the years, but he continued his nasty lifestyle of biting and poop eating. Toby moved to St. Simons Island when he was three and lived on the island until he was 12. He took to island life immediately. He loved the sea breeze blowing his red fur and was a common site walking the St. Simons beach sporting his orange and white Tennessee cap. He was known in the community as Island Dachsund. He hated every dog he met. He loved to be in the yard with Pillus, and he loved running off. When he was four, his family adopted mutt Trooper and the boys became constant companions. Besides Trooper, Toby leaves his grieving mistress, Phyllis, Pillus, as he called her and her husband Harold and boy Patrick, and girl Katie and boy Blake who all loved and hated him in their own ways and also their spousea and children, whom he tolerated. He also leaves many other friends from years past who loved him.Toby was handsome until the end. He was still red, slim hipped and could go up and down the stairs. He stilled howled in the night and kept everyone up. He still drew blood at the vet, the vet's blood. on every trip. Oh, he hated vets too. To his Pillus, he was loyal and loved. She loved his tenacity, his vibrancy, his stubborness and his playfulness. She will miss her sidekick who even sensed her mood by her very change in breath. He loved her with his very heart and soul, even though he bit her just two days prior. They walked many a mile together on road and beach. Tob could still do a couple of miles up until age 14. The last walk together, Pillus carried old Sweet Boy and wept the entire walk. How do you say goodbye to a friend, a love? Not goodbye, old friend, just until we meet again in the road and beach that has no end, only, rainbows and sweet sea breezes. I love you Toby. Rest in God's Sweet Peace.