| Margaret's legacy lives on through the love she brought for animals through her family and their donation to our cause in saving dogs. |
| 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. 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 |
| 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 |
| 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! |
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. |
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 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 Remembrance of Natasha |
| 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, Beverly Gainer: 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 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 Shepards 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 |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| In memory of Scout, who was one of those dogs that was easy to love. He will be missed. |
| Brady Reardon Beloved Companion of Chris and Andy "Dogs wait for us faithfully." - Marcus Tullius Cicero |
| Luna 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. |
| Sadie, Dasie & Jack You will all be greatly missed. |
| German Shepherd Rescue of Central Texas For Every Dog Adopted, Another Can Be Saved |
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| 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. |