Sargent - 1998-2011
I brought Sargent home when he was 12 weeks old. I fell in
he and his brothers and
sisters, mother and father
as soon as I laid eyes on them. Sarge was very
into so many things when he came to live with me. He
tore apart futons,
bit into slats on my
French Doors, and the
list goes on. But I will tell you, that dog was
my heart and soul no matter
what he did. I'll never forget my dad telling me he wasn't a very smart
dog. I laughed and said -
"oh no, he just chooses NOT to do what you want him to do. He's very
smart". If he could
"escape" out the front door, we would take whole steaks, yup,
that's right, to try to get him to
come back in. He wanted nothing to do with that. I had to get in my car,
open up the back door
while I slowly drove down the street yelling out the window, "Sarge,
you want to go for a ride."
He'd jump in, and of course, even though he had been bad, I had to take
him for a ride.
Oh it was very comical when he would think my king size bed was his, jump
on and spread out
leaving me a couple of inches on the edge. Then he'd decide, it was too
hot for him and jump
down. But he always layed on the floor right beside me.
Sarge was my protector. He was with me through some pretty tough times.
I knew I was safe
when he was near me. And when I was scared, all I had to do was put my
arms around him, and
push my nose into his fur, and inhale. That gave me comfort. He protected
me from anyone.
When he sensesd something, he'd stand right in between me and whomever.
Sarge made 2 moves with us, from New York to North Carolina where he went
to the ocean for
the first time, and loved it when his "daddy" would go surf
fishing and would catch something.
He also went on vacation to Duck, NC with us and got to go on the beach
and watch the pelicans
and sea gulls flying by. He also liked to think he was the captain of
our boat when he was on it.
He'd jump with his two front paws on the dashboard and look out over the
front of the boat.
We then moved to FL. He enjoyed seeing all the little "creepy crawlies"
along the side walks
when we went for walks. Even when he started to age, people would always
come up to us and
say what a beautiful dog he is. I agree.
I knew when time was getting closer for Sarge, and I didn't know how to
make that very difficult
decision. So I had a conversation with him one night (anyone who is a
dog owner knows we
have conversations with our furry children constantly), and I asked him
to some how some way
give me a sign on when to let go. He did, not long after that. I dug my
nose into his fur right up
until the very end. I will never ever forget my Sargent. He was the most
wonderful gift God
ever gave to me for 13 beautiful years. I still cry when I see pictures
of him, and think about him.