Sargeant's Saga


	For the Love of Sargeant Georgia's Weekly Monday morning diary for the week of March 26-April 2, 2000
		Sargeants Crimson Warrior born August 27, 1991. Photo taken in 1995. If he looks like a bear you'll know why he keeps trespassers away! At right, as a young 3 year old dog on our property in Yacolt, WA. Notice his rich red coat color.
This past week has been a very difficult week for me. On Wednesday, March 29, I took my dog Sargeant to the vet. He was diagnosed with a bleeding cancerous tumor and the vet did not expect him to live through the night. Of course I spent the day crying at work, then crying all the way home and every time I looked at him. But Sargeant wasn't out for the count. He made it through the night and as I write this Sunday evening, April 2, he is still with us, still pretty alert, just not moving fast, nor eating much at all. Consequently, because of all this, I have not done anything else on the website as my mind has been all on him and it has been difficult to do my day time job too. He is an ASCA registered Australian Shepherd who we purchased from Cheri Spahan of Ridgefield, Washington. Cheri breeds Arabian horses and dogs. He was named after his dad, "Sargeant," Cheri's wonderful red-tri male, who sadly died in an car accident about 5 years ago. I've been staying home as much as possible, and keeping close watch and company with Sargeant. He knows he's not well, but he also knows that he has a job to do and that is accompany me to feed the horses morning and night, keep Catera from the fence, yes, he still barks at her when she gets too close. We have another Australian Shepherd, a four year old female named Kona. She doesn't have a clue on how to be a watchdog, or how to work the horses, or even the smarts that Sargeant has. She is very beautiful to look at, whereas Sargeant is a bit on the scruffy side and knows it. I've been taking Sargeant to McDonalds the last two days as he will eat a plain Big and Tasty but today he almost didn't eat it and I fear that this may be the sign of the worse to come. Each night before I go to bed I pet him, tell him I love him, tell him what a good dog he is, over and over again. And I cry. Each morning, I am afraid to go downstairs to see if he is still with us. This morning, Sunday, he didn't move when I opened the back door, I didn't move either, hoping he would show me a sign. Then I saw his eyes were open, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I've been saying prayers for him to let him not suffer and to maybe heal and get better, if possible. I would appreciate it if you would say a prayer for him to. He has meant so much to me through the years and has protected me more than once from harm. From all the dogs I've owned, and there have been many of different breeds, Sargeant is the best and will always be the best.
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