German Shepherd Rescue of Central Texas

Memorials and Honors

In Honor of
Holden F Burrus,
a gift has been made to German Sherpherd Rescue
of Central Texas
on behalf of his grandmother, Janet Jackson.

Holden is pictured with his two German Shepherds.

Holden loves his two German Shepherds (Otto and Odessa) more than any of his toys.
For his second birthday his friends all brought donations to his birthday party for the
dogs in our rescue group. Thank you to Holden and his family for all their support.

"In Loving Memory of Chip and Dutchess, Loyal Buddies for 16 Years"

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....

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.

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.

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 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

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.

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.

Franny you will be missed.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

Sadie, Dasie & Jack

You will all be greatly missed.

Greta

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

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!

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.

“He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog.
You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours,
faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it
to him to be worthy of such devotion.” - Unknown

Sweet dreams little Levi. We will miss you.

Kiara was rescued from TLAC in 2003, she was
immediatly adopted by Cici, a long time
volunteer.

She was diagnosed with a heart murmer, and
lived a charmed life until Jan.2010, when
Congestive Heart Failure, was diagnosed, she
fought a valiant battle for 6 months, this girl had
been a volunteer at
The Children's Hospital, at Senior Center, and
was the most gentle soul, a GS could ever have.

She is GREATLY missed.

A Donation for Levi was made in memory of Riley, a much loved Lab, and
all German Shepherds.

From John MCAuliffe