In Memorium
Beloved Companion of Chris and Andy

Tullius Cicero
In memory of Scout, who was one of those dogs
that was easy to love. He will be missed.
In Memory of our mother Thelma Wallace Stanhope Jalbert, Lisbon, Maine who passed away January 4, 2006 at age 84 years old.

She loved the half-grown stray German Shepard "Queenie" that my older brother Billy, when years ago at age 12, carried home from the village, then put her down when
he got near our farm, and coaxed her the rest of the way, exclaiming to our mother "Look who followed me home! Can we keep her?'

My brothers and I will always have a special place in our hearts for German Shepherds after having had the experience of having a great German Shepard dog, that our
mother let us keep when Queenie "followed my brother home!"

Linda Jordan, Bill and Eddy Stanhope
Lisbon, Maine

We lost our beloved Natasha in the early morning hours of Wednesday, August 17, 2005.  

Natasha gave her last valiant effort to help me get her out to my truck (she weighed 124 pounds)  and then she had no
more strength and could only lie by my truck until my son in law could help make a litter to carry her to the emergency
animal hospital.  The time from the  onset of her illness to  her passing was just a few short hours.  It was very hard to
finally admit that there was no more we or the veterinarian could do to save her life (she had severe abdominal
bleeding), and as her body was slowly shutting down due to the bleeding (she could no longer support herself to even lift
up her head),  we had to make the decision to let her be put to sleep.  The only consolation was that we were able to be
with Natasha; to touch her, to hug her,  and to let her know that we loved her.  We had Natasha cremated.  I opted not to
receive the ashes--just to painful to deal having to see the container.

Natasha was a big, silly, lovable, goofy, clever, and protective alpha female.  She was born on June 1, 1996, so we had
her for approximately 8 years.  Natasha came to us as a foster rescue dog; however, we became so attached to her that
we could not give her up.  We knew she was deaf but Natasha had so many enduring qualities that the deafness was
not important.  The veterinarian was able to treat her and Natasha regained some level of hearing--very selective
hearing.   

Natasha loved to sleep on my queen-size bed; in fact, the mattress made to order with reinforcement at the foot so she
could sleep on it without breaking down the mattress.  Natasha use to run and jump on the bed; however, as she got
older, she started using a trunk to step up on the bed.  Several nights we had a contest as to who had the right to sleep
in the bed.  When I got ready to lie down, Natasha would be on my side of the bed with her head on my pillows.  t took a
lot of pushing and maneuvering to finally convince Natasha that I was getting in the bed.  Usually, Natasha would then
get off the bed in a huff to return in about 5 minutes and settle down at the foot of the bed.   Natasha and I  took our
vitamins together every morning.  She watched patiently while I made two piles of vitamins, hers and mine; then, she
would lie down on the rug with her pile and chew them up.  After her vitamins, it was one more trip outside, a walk to the
door to tell me good-bye, and then back to bed.     Natasha was always protective of her family.  She loved to ride in the
truck and car and look all around.  She was never aggressive, her size was enough to make any person or dog think
twice about messing with her.  When anyone strange came around whether we were outside or inside, Natasha always
managed to put herself between us and the stranger.  She never did it in an aggressive or obvious manner, it was a
silent shifting of her body position so that she quietly moved between us and any perceived danger.   When I would sit in
my chair and read, Natasha was always at my feet or on the bed watching me--usually because I would have a box of
crackers and she was waiting for her share.   She even shared the space and treats with Oscar, my miniature
dachshund.  She was never aggressive with Oscar; Natasha would try to play with him but Oscar was a little afraid of her
size and would run for cover after a couple of minutes of play time.  Their only disagreements were over chew toys when
Oscar would try to start trouble and Natasha would just pick up her chewy and move to another area.   Natasha was in
her glory when she played king of the mountain in the back yard.  She would stand on the table and bark as if to say  
"Look at me, I'm in charge around here."  Natasha played well in the backyard with Trey, a shepherd mix, and Rowdy, a
terrier-lab mix.  She liked to run with them through the yard, barking and investigating their territory to make sure
everything was right in their world.   Natasha was very adamant about where she ate her food.  We bought numerous
food and water bowl combinations to try and get her to eat in the kitchen.  Natasha would pick up the food bowl and carry
it either to her rug or to my bedroom.  She would  then lie down and eat in comfort and leisure.  Oscar tried to imitate
Natasha; however, he could not hold the bowl level and would leave a trail of food for Natasha to eat.

These are just a few of the memorable things about Natasha--we have so many more wonderful memories of her.  She
gave us many years of love and companionship; she was always happy to see us when we came home; and she gave
us a feeling of security.  Although Natasha was a very large dog, she was never aggressive with us and, even in play, she
never accidently bit us.  

We miss Natasha very much and we will always be grateful for the love and pleasure she brought into our lives.  We
thank Beverly for bringing Natasha to us and for the privilege of giving Natasha a home.

Penny Mac Donnell
In memory of my younger brother, Wesley Earl Stanhope of Kennebunkportk, Maine who bravely fought a long battle with cancer that took him April 22, 2005.  He taught
his 6 year old Cameron to love and respect animals as he had his older daughter Jody when she was growing up.

Linda and Forrest Jordan and family, Lisbon, Maine
In Memory of our sweet cocker spaniel, Pookie, born February 1992; died April 19, 2005  Bob Terfruchte

Pookie was a sweetheart. On those days when she felt good, she was just as spirited and happy as when she was as a
puppy, despite being thirteen. On those days when those tumors were bothering her, she sure looked like she was
suffering.  I had her cremated, and was going to spread her ashes
in my back yard, but I remembered Pookie didn't like really didn't LIKE being outside, so she now has a prominent place
on the fireplace mantel, near my grandmother's clock. I miss her terribly!
Monday, January 9, 2006

Dear Friends & Family,

It is with heavy hearts, and wonderful memories, that Jim and I sadly announce the passing of our beloved mother, Virginia M. Terfruchte, shortly before 9:00 PM this
evening. She left this world peacefully in her sleep with both of us at her side.  ~ Bob & Jim Terfruchte
Note from the Director of German Shepherd Rescue Central Texas:

Boris and Heidi ~ Bob Tefruchte, owner of Heidi and Boris, has generously donated to GSD RESCUE CTX, in their memory.  Boris and Heidi were lost to cancer; they
were beloved companions, friends, and family members.   
In memory of Max, their German Shepherd companion of 13 years, Mary Kaci Jones and Wesley Alan Jones have made a donation to German Shepherd
Rescue of Central Texas.
In Memory of our " Special" Ma, (age 90) Margurite Yargeau, Lisbon, Maine who taught me to appreciate and love our
dogs "Penny" and " Major" when I was little.  

Margaret's legacy lives on through the love she brought for animals through her family and their donation to our
cause in saving dogs.

Linda and Forrest Jordan and family, Lisbon, Maine  
When we first saw Rosie at the shelter, she was only 6 weeks old, her hip bones were poking through and her tummy was
distended from worms.  She blossomed into a happy, sweet little girl and with the best little personality, but she never did
completely recover physically.  Sadly she developed a serious case of mange that did not respond to extensive treatment
but rather spread over most of her body causing her considerable pain.  To end her suffering we put her to sleep.  

Sweet dreams little one.
Michell took Brutus to work with her everyday and he slept with her every night.  Coming home from work a car swerved into her lane and hit Michell's car head on.  
Michell survived with extensive injuries, but Brutus didn't.  Michell is devistated by the loss of her best friend.  Brutus was buried at the Nursery where Michell worked,
and a tree was planted over him.  He was a beautiful sweet boy who came a long way in learning to trust and love humans.

He will be missed.
Sadie, Dasie & Jack

You will all be greatly missed.   
Loki

Loki was a very special little girl to us. She did beautifully with the other dogs, and was a sweet, gentle playmate. Loki was adopted by one of our volunteers, and was
set to go to a wonderful home with another of our adopted dogs. We were devastated when Loki passed away as a result of an allergic reaction to the anesthesia used
during the operation to spay her.

We will always remember this special little pup.
Luna was one of a litter of eight puppies who came into rescue with their mother, Bijou.  
A slender girl with delicate features and a gentle spirit, she nevertheless held her own in endless pummeling
sessions with her larger siblings.  Her little life was cut short by severe congenital abnormalities, and we miss her
terribly.  

Rest now, little brave one.
A donation was made to German Shepherd Rescue Central Texas By Blenda Howell in honor and memory of Joseph Bricking:

Joe and Shannon's shared love of animals began with the adoption of their first two dogs, Sophie and Rose, in 1979 and 1980.  Following the dogs' deaths in 1995
they adopted Annie the first of what was to become their family of eight rescue dogs.  Two of these initially came into their home as foster dogs, but after taking Sassy to
Adoption Day where she cowered behind his legs Joe decided they couldn't give her up and announced to Sassy and later to Louis, "this will be your home forever." He
spent his last days in the comfort of their company and Shannon's at home among his beloved pine trees.  

Humans and animals have lost a friend, but gained an angel.
Franny you will be missed.
In memory of our sweet girl Noel


SEPARATE LIFETIMES

We who choose to surround ourselves
with lives even more temporary than our
own, live within a fragile circle;
easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps,
we would still live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only
certain immortality, never fully
understanding the necessary plan....