Today I sit here with the deepest hurt imaginable. You see we got this beautiful german shepard puppy almost 3 years ago. Sarge was immediately loved by the whole family. He wasn't aware he was a dog. He had such a playful personality. Always swiping something that he knew would get you to chase him. He loved to play hide and seek, and would not give up until he found you. All the neighborhood kids thought he was the best, in fact some of them I suspect came to play with him instead of my boys. But the most favorite thing in the whole wide world was to play ball. We would play wiffle ball and he would sit behind the pitcher and field every ball. Then chase and tag the kids. He would play soccer, and you could never get it past him. Being in a house full of boys, there was always a ball at hand. He always would find a ball and drop it at your feet, or on your lap. If we put that ball away he would find another. But on Saturday, we were throwing the favorite tennis ball, and he caught it, but it got lodged in his throat. We tried to get it out, we drove to our vet frantically, who happened to be closed due to the holiday. We could see the ball, but just couldn't get it out. We waved a police officer who gave us a escort to another vet. By this time 20 minutes had passed. He was starting to get weak. We rushed in and the doctor was out to lunch. The staff tried to get the ball and finally did, but it was to late. He died. Our hearts are broken, you see we thought we were doing everything right, we paid over $4000 for a fenced in yard to keep him safe, had him neutered. Took him to the vet regulary, gave him heartworm prevention meds, gave him the best food on the market. He truly was a member of the family, my baby. But we naively played with a tennis ball. Please, please use some other fetch toy frisbee, kong. It could save his life.


