It is with deep sadness and unbearable grief that I must announce the loss of Sarge, my best friend and constant companion. He passed away suddenly on Friday, July 24, 2015. I am crushed beyond belief. Lost is an understatement.
My son had been asking for a dog since he could speak. I always told him "when dad retires, I will get you a dog. 8 years later, I retired from the NYPD (my life long dream, from a family of cops). When I got home from filling out all the paperwork, I had a big lump in my throat. I tell my now 11 yr old son " my career is over, today was my last day of work", hoping for a little compassion. He looks me straight in the eye and asks"can we get a dog now?" That's when the search began. Researching breeders, waiting for litters. September of 2007 we decide on Wochica Goldens in mastic New York.when we got there, being a retired detective, I Had a list of questions for the breeder, Karin Fisher. When I walked in she stated " have a seat I have a few questions for you!". At that moment, I knew I had the right breeder. She got a Christmas card from us every year with Sarge in the middle. He never saw the inside of a kennel. He would stay with friends IF we had to go away. He was the greatest dog, and it has been a struggle getting these last six days. I hope someone can teach me how to post pics here, o that I cam email them to someone to post for me. He was spectacular. Big frame, big box head. 100lbs of love and affection. One of my friends said that he wished they would outlive us! I disagree. Sarge was lost without me, and I would never want to see him suffer the way I am. The autopsy showed a tumor wrapped around his esophagus. It would have been inoperable, but I would have liked a heads up on this. The shock of him dying in the back seat of my car trying to get to a hospital is killing me.
I LOVE YOU MY BOY!
Buddy
My son had been asking for a dog since he could speak. I always told him "when dad retires, I will get you a dog. 8 years later, I retired from the NYPD (my life long dream, from a family of cops). When I got home from filling out all the paperwork, I had a big lump in my throat. I tell my now 11 yr old son " my career is over, today was my last day of work", hoping for a little compassion. He looks me straight in the eye and asks"can we get a dog now?" That's when the search began. Researching breeders, waiting for litters. September of 2007 we decide on Wochica Goldens in mastic New York.when we got there, being a retired detective, I Had a list of questions for the breeder, Karin Fisher. When I walked in she stated " have a seat I have a few questions for you!". At that moment, I knew I had the right breeder. She got a Christmas card from us every year with Sarge in the middle. He never saw the inside of a kennel. He would stay with friends IF we had to go away. He was the greatest dog, and it has been a struggle getting these last six days. I hope someone can teach me how to post pics here, o that I cam email them to someone to post for me. He was spectacular. Big frame, big box head. 100lbs of love and affection. One of my friends said that he wished they would outlive us! I disagree. Sarge was lost without me, and I would never want to see him suffer the way I am. The autopsy showed a tumor wrapped around his esophagus. It would have been inoperable, but I would have liked a heads up on this. The shock of him dying in the back seat of my car trying to get to a hospital is killing me.
I LOVE YOU MY BOY!
Buddy