Four Feet And A Tail. Memories Of Our 9-11 Search And Rescue Dogs

*Featured Post: ‘Cowboy’ a FEMA Search And Rescue Dog Courtesy AP

 

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NEVER. FORGET.

Never forget their courage, perseverance, undying unconditional love that drove them on at first to find the last few survivors, then the daunting task of finding loved ones, giving some closure to shattered families.

Over three hundred dogs searched. The dogs that were primarily ‘live’ search dogs became despondent when they eventually felt, then smelled death all around them in the hell-hole called ‘the pit’.

They did more than search. They gave comfort to the first responders when human comfort wasn’t enough, and canine comfort and understanding could break through. Perhaps that was their greatest victory in that most horrifying of times. Comfort. Peace. The tranquility that washes over a stressed human when he lets the healing energy of a trained service dog tickle through their fingertips that softly brush the fur on the dog…and the positive energy that courses from one entity in the world that truly understands at that moment in time what a hurting soul is feeling.

Our last surviving dog from that day just passed away earlier this year. These heroes all are at eternal rest now, a well-deserved one. No broken buildings, smoke or human depravity there…just peace.

GOD BLESS OUR SERVICE DOGS

siriusIn memory of K-9 Sirius, the only K-9 to be lost in the disaster. His partner made it out alive.

 

 

 

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Every Dog Has It’s Day! Today Is National Dog Day!

National Dog Day

 

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Team Lisa and Jet Jan.2007~April 2011

 

     Every dog has its day, and I wish more of ’em had their special day…I comfort myself by thinking of the magic that is Canine Assistants, in Milton, Georgia. Not really knowing what to expect when I received my first helper dog

It was so much more than just receiving a dog. I got my mobility back, no longer had to worry about seizures and no-one being there for me….basically, after six terrible years I got my life back! All because of a sweet yellow dog named Jet, who saw my potential and drew upon it till I became confident in my new life…one without nursing, without driving….without so many things.

The worst thing I was now after all that I was without…him.

    Jet had to leave me when he was less than five years old. After being a team for less than four years. He had cancer, and he died in my arms. My gravitar is a picture of he and I that magical day when my dog ‘picked’ me, instead of the other way around.

     Eight months later…again at the magical farm in Georgia, a ‘cousin’ to Jet, ambled over to me and decided to ‘choose’ me! His name is Frax. He’s one of the bigger dogs they’ve ever bred. No one knows why he’s so big. Big feet, looooong legs, loooong tail, loooong body, and a big serious face that still reminds me so of the late actor Fred Gwinn. Eight inches taller than Jet, a deep golden color with cream-colored ‘wings’ that all yellow labs have~ except he isn’t, he’s a Golden-Lab. Oh, and he ‘talks’ to us, and anyone he thinks is interesting!

     Meeting Frax and deciding to go on after Jet was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make. In my heart I know it was the right one. Jet would never give up, and he would never have let me. So I honor him and his successor tonight, National Dog Day.

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First walk on the beach in years…Jet’s first little victory, and you know they add up…

Team Lisa and Frax.  Asleep together in what Frax thinks is “his” bed. He thinks that he’s mighty nice letting us humans up on the queen-sized bed to sleep with him in a pack!DSCN4394 - Copy (2)

 

DSCN4292Frax and I August 2015

Team Lisa n’ Frax                                                    Frax and I this past spring

 

Frax’s day in the sunshine, as he suns and rolls in our backyard!Frax sunbathing May 2016