REAL SCARE Last Friday it started. Sarge became quite sick. He obviously wasn't feeling himself and was lethargic and mopey. Oh yeah, and that morning I woke up to multiple piles of concentrated evil all over the house. Thank God for laminate. This went on Saturday and Sunday too. Kevin was out of town and it was just Nola and I to (wo)man the fort. Sarge was progressively getting worse and by Monday morning he hadn't eaten or drank anything. Worry really set in. I made the decision to take Sarge to the Animal Emergency Services, cringing because it was holiday Monday...$$$. Oh well, Sargie was sick. We were seen by a fantastic veterinarian, who felt something in his stomach. At first he thought it was a rock. Blood work indicated it may be a tumor; didn't know if it was cancer or not. Regardless, it sent us into a tail spin or questions and tears and phone calls. Kevin came home as fast as he could, gl...