Memorials & Tributes
Below is a list of memorial and tribute donations made to National Airedale Rescue along with special stories for some of them. The first few listed by year include all the donors for that year along with links to any special stories. You can also search for a special story using the filter. If you would like to have your memorial or tribute listed, click here for instructions.
Donations to the June Dutcher Airedale Memorial also benefit the ATCA Rescue Committee and National Airedale Rescue. Click here to learn more about this memorial.
There are also two additional links to remembrances on other memorial sites that support Airedale rescue.
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- Whitney Blair - in memory of Frank Blair, who loved his Airedales, for sure
- Anonymous donation In memory of Norbert Woods
- Cathy Reardon - in Memory of Kathleen Csordas
- Kathleen Colpitts - in Memory of Lila Rathjens
- In Memory of Nicholas Paternostro
- Michael Giambra
- Maureen Brown
- Charlene Brown
- Charles Maynard - In memory of Emma Darling. Amazing woman. We love you. Evelyn, Charles, Omar Seven No Trump and Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds (the 2 airedales they gave us)
- Old Dominion Kennel Club of Northern Virginia - In memory of Emma Darling
- Jennifer Hale - in Loving Memory of Susan Grey
- Mary R. Gleich - in Memory of CH Reydaleterrydale the Switch
- Barbara Armstrong - in memory of “Maisey Sexton”
- Kay Krause - in Memory of Jim Krause
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- Timothy Sheffer - in memory of “Ginger” Michalak (Airedale)
- Francis Martin - in memory of Bruce Hamilton
- Shades of Green Hosta Society of SE MN - In Memory of Andrea Sanders
- Erin Young, Sonja Miedtke, Heather Vanderpool, Cara Carisch, Nicole Mills and Josh Becker - In Memory of Andrea Sanders
- Patricia Torrens-Burton - In Memory of Andrea Sanders
- Charlene Goodnight - In Memory of Andrea Sanders
- Jane Holiday - Bailey Guillory Memorial Medical Fund
- Christine Sheffer - Bailey Guillory Memorial Medical Fund
- christina boccamaiello-huggins - Bailey Guillory Memorial Medical Fund
- Suzanne M Neaylon - Bailey Guillory Memorial Medical Fund Fundraiser
- Cindy M Tomashek - In Memory of Andrea Sanders
- Gayle Gosse-Johnson - In Memory of Andrea Sanders
Special Angel Blackjack of Encore, CGC, CD
aka Alice Claire'dale
Born Feb. 8, 1999
Died Jan. 25, 2011
She would have been 12 years old in 2 weeks
A supernova is the explosive death of a star, which unleashes a burst of light through the cosmos.
Supernovas blaze so brightly that they can be seen at distances of up to 10 billion light years.
Be sure and watch for the blinding SuperNova in the Western sky tonight.
My beloved Alice has left her earthly journey.
We never left on our winter holidays as she got sick the day before departure.
I've been busy with her care ever since.
She defied medical science, but sadly couldn't win this battle. She was still wagging her tail until the very end.
There is nothing better than love until the end. I held her close, sang to her and with her favorite toy, ball and blanket tucked around her, I let her go in peace.
Alice loved a party and lived life to the fullest every day.
Even this morning she made her trip out to her rat hole to check it one last time.
I hope the rats don't know she's gone.
Alice touched the lives of many, in every walk of life.
Long live the Queen!
Lydia
There are gifts and then there are Gifts. Alice Claire Ross gave Gifts. Alice Claire Ross was a Gift.
She was, as Lydia has often said, The Queen Bitch. She was not the girl foreveryone. In fact, she would have driven many people nuts but that was part of her charm. Alice had her own means, her own methods, her own opinions which were often not swayed by any degree of cajoling or bribery or, gawd forbid, logic. She was her own empire, her own fan club and most of all, her own girl except that she was in all things, Lydia's best girl.
Alice could look right at you and give you the doggy finger and wag her tail at the same time. She could be Miss Independence but heaven help the person who stood between Alice and her spot on Lydia's bed at night. That simply wasn't allowed. She could be Miss Let me Hunt to Kill Vermin and then become all protective of a hot water bottle and dare somebody to try to remove it from her bed. Oh trust me, it was removed and replaced at will because if there was one thing Alice knew for sure it was that Lydia always loved her and always knew where that line in the sand was. Alice knew where it was too, but she so delighted in seeing if you remembered.
Alice was great with people; young and old alike. She was patient and knowing around the elderly or infirm. She couldn't preen more or be more gracious to children. She had another opinion about small white dogs, but then everybody is entitled to an opinion or two, especially an Airedale bitch.
She loved McDonald's cheeseburgers, ice cream, and virtually any food in any food group you can name with the exception of a few things - raw mushrooms among them.
In short - she was a one in a gazillion and it'll will not be an easy task to cope with her departure. She was part of the driving force you've all come to know as Auntie Lydia. Alice Claire Ross leaves a mighty big hole with her absence. And yet, in so many ways, she's not absent at all. She
holds out hope that what unites us in sorrow will remain the same thing that united us all in many tales of joy. She leaves a legacy that reaches out to more people than you can possibly imagine.
In short, Alice Claire Ross gave us all a Gift. She gave us herself as her mum shared her with us. And Alice Claire Ross had the best Gift in having Lydia as her mum.
God speed, dear AC. I have a pretty good idea of where you are and what you're doing - and GOOD for you!
Much love from auntie joey
Losing Alice, my heart dog is very difficult. We were attached at the hip that's for sure. But, I was there when she needed me most at the end, surrounded in love. For that I am thankful.
I'm sure she will be watching from afar and making sure that kookies are baked and boxes are packed.. she relished those days. She was the sample Queen and a nosy bitch.
Joey's eulogy truly summed her up.
Lydia and Dave
Oh Dearest Lydia,
There absolutely are no words that I can send you to console you at this time. When I read your email I wept for you knowing the sadness you are feeling. All the time and energy we give to our furkids comes back to us in so many ways, it's that much harder when the time comes to say solong, at least for a temporary time.
Please know you are in my thoughts and prayers as you go through this difficult time.
Kathy
Oh Lydia, I'm so sorry. I let out an audible gasp when I read your post. It's so hard when our Airedales leave us. They're so special, and such a huge part of our lives that we are so empty when they are gone. Alice was a very special girl, and we will all miss her. All of the human and furry Estlows will look for Super Nova Alice in the sky tonight. Hugs to you.
Heather
We'll light our candle for Alice here on the West Coast in southern California when I get home from work - and leave it lit throughout the night. God Bless you, Alice - We shall always remember you with smiles and love.
The Berners
Nolan, Cindy - Penny & Odie
What a wonderful eulogy Joey, I know you spent many an hour with Alice. Because we all know Alice from the beginning (if you have been on this list) it comes as such a shock to us, such a loss, I could not stop thinking about her last night....but one thing is for sure, she was met at the bridge by her brother Andy and they probably stayed up all last night catching up. Such a loss....we are all wrapping our cyber arms around you Lydia today to keep you strong.
Pam V
These donations have been made in memory of Alice
- Heather Estlow
- Joey Warren - June Dutcher Memorial
- Katherine Appleton
- Monica Mahn
- Elizabeth Caesar
- Pam Vandergrift - In memory of an Airedale with an attitude.
- Penny, Odie, Nolan & Cindy Berner
- Barbara Durance - Never Ever forgotten! Hugs, Barbara, Spice and Griffin James
NINA (affectionately nicknamed "Nini Panini") came into Rescue at the end of August 2007. She was a stray rescued from the Brookhaven, NY shelter and those of us who have spent time with her can't fathom why no one was looking for her. Estimated to be at least 11 years old, 22-1/2" at the shoulder and 65 lbs, Nina was very arthritic and had Protein Losing Nephropathy (PLN) and Hypertension, which is a side effect of the PLN. She was so arthritic that she walked very straight-legged and yet she was able for some time to manage going up a long flight of stairs or take several walks around the townhouse complex a day. She was a very happy dog and loved everyone she met, be they human or canine, and everyone loved her back! She spent a month in foster care with rescue volunteers, the Slowiks, then went to live with the McDonnells (who always have taken in the older/sick hard to place dogs) for about 6 months until Jerri was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and then came to me for 4 months. Spending that much time with a dog, we all came to feel that she was "our" dog. Nina was very well mannered in the house, knew some obedience commands and had such a wonderful disposition that it was obvious to all of us that someone had loved and cared for her for a long time. Perhaps her health issues became too much for them, and they let her go thinking someone would take her into their homes. Well 5 of us, 6 counting the dog walker, got to own Nina for various lengths of time. Things I remember about Nina: she loved to lie outside under a favorite bush at the Slowiks and dig for worms so we nicknamed her the "Worminator" (she also searched for worms in the grass during spring rainfalls); she did not like the sound of a microwave beeping or any kind of beeping sound and would bark and bark until you either muted the TV or distracted her with a carrot; her stubby little tail was ALWAYS wagging; she'd climb a flight of 15 stairs so she could sleep next to the bed; and she slept most of the day on her comfy dog bed. I affectionately called her "Nini Panini."
Her first day with me, she fell asleep and I didn't have the heart to wake her so I went upstairs and left her sleeping in the living room. At 1:30 AM I was awakened by the sound of thump, thump, thump and huff, huff, puff and here came Nina up the stairs to find me. When I woke her up at 5:45 AM so we could get in a walk and time to pee and poop before I left for work, she rolled over, opened one eye and gave me a look like "You've got to be kidding!" I told her if she lived here, this was the time we got up during the week. She didn't play much w/toys but did have brief spurts of energy when I first came home and for 5 minutes she would bring me a tennis ball to throw and she'd catch it or she'd pick up the big soft green "mousey" toy and shake it and bring it to me for a tug of war. Then she'd go take a nap before dinner! Because of her PLN, she needed to go outside every 3 to 3-1/2 hrs so I had to hire a dog walker to come in twice a day. She'd lie by the doorway waiting for Rochelle to come and the last month of her life, Rochelle would bring her to her house for the day since we were in thunderstorm mode and Nina was afraid of the storms. She'd just pace and couldn't seem to settle down. At Rochelle's she would greet all the day residents, fling a toy around for a brief moment and then go in the den to her corner and sleep the rest of the day, unless the doorbell rang, then she would be up and checking things out w/the rest of the dogs. She was Rochelle's first Airedale client and she loved her too.
The beginning of July she was having more and more trouble walking, couldn't get comfortable even on the orthopedic dog bed, was losing control of her bodily functions, and finally wasn't eating or drinking. It was time to help my friend on her journey. It's never an easy decision, but I'm a firm believer of quality of life for humans and dogs, and Nina's had gone down hill very quickly. As she passed over the Rainbow Bridge, I leaned down and whispered in her ear that I expected her to meet me with my other 3 Airedales (Jul, Bear and Ari) when it was my turn. She went peacefully, but it was emotionally difficult because she had become MY dog in those 4 months. However, I kept focusing on her greeting me at the door with her waggy, stubby tail and rubbing against my legs. As Virginia Slowik, her first foster Mom, said "We all gave her a happy, safe, loving last 11 months and Nina was truly a wonderful GIFT that we were allowed to share!"
Candy Kramlich
ATCMNY
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Look for the Brightest Bubba Star in the sky tonight. A very sad day in Seattle,Lydia, Alice and Katiebooger Andy embodied all the things we love. He was kind, he was patient, he was infinitely good humored, he enjoyed his life and his friends. Andy's story from Rescue to star in the sky is what we would wish for all of our dogs; he was without a doubt in the best of all possible homes where he got the best possible care and knew he was treasured, quirks and all. He never met a dog he didn't think was a friend. He asked little and gave more than he ever knew. His outlook on life was always pleasant. He loved his mum, Katie the c*t, and his bossy sister, Alice Claire. It saddens us greatly to think we won't see Andy again. Jordan did so enjoy those games of snap and twirl and to this day says Andy had The Best Airesnap on the planet and he does not expect to see the likes of it again. And Miss Junie boonie loved to wink at him and then act like she hadn't. Jules called him friend and introduced him to other Grey friends. And we all marveled how Andy knew right off the bat how to use the dog door; something that took Miss Junie a couple of weeks to attempt on her own. Andy, it was a privilege and an honor to call YOU friend. joey, jules, jordie and junie b. I never met Andy other than through the tales posted on the lists, but there was something about his face that touched my heart. A gentle and loving soul existed in him. He will be missed. Libby, Garry, Molly and Lucy Once in a while an Airedale enters our lives who becomes very dear to many of us. So it was with Andy George Ross. It may have been his kindly personality, his endearing expression, the beautiful photographs of him or the loving way Lydia wrote about her beloved Bubba Boy that gave him a special place in our hearts . You were a wonderful ambassador for Airedale rescue, Andy. We will miss you greatly and remember you always. With love Cherry, Ruaridh and Rosie The chronicles of Andy's life made us laugh and smile; but mostly they made us "paws" and reflect on the boundless love and life with which rescue Airedales enrich our lives. Andy taught us all many lessons. Lydia's grief is shared by us all as we look to the heavens to see his bright Bubba star. Christine, Tim, Bristol, CeCe, and Baron One of the best ambassadors to our breed, Andy Ross will forever be remembered for all of the warmth and good he provided to his Mum, Lydia. The stories shared of Andy's silly ways and endless games are the very essence of why we all love this breed so. We will miss his future chronicles, but we will also treasure all of the times Andy made us grin and sometimes laugh out loud! Such a character, he was. Knowing Andy lived life to the fullest while fulfilling Lydia's world with his daily embraces, I know Andy's star will radiate within the hearts of us all. Forever. With a heavy heart, Kiwi & Koshare Like many of us, Andy was known to me only by the "tails" passed along by Lydia and his sister Alice. I hope you can draw strength from the kindness of your friends human, and Airedale alike during these dark days. We will keep an eye out for his star, and will keep you in our prayers. Warmest Regards Lee and Yogi'dale This Sunday is ATRA's biggest fund raiser...our rescue auction. All of my donations will now be in Andy's name. Pam Vandergrift A sweet and gentle soul was Andy. I will always remember how tolerant he was of my Dalmatian Rosci, who was pretty sure Andy was his big teddy bear play toy. We will both miss him Sending love to you, Lydia Joani and Rosci It's funny how one can learn to love a dog one has never met, a dog that lived out his life a couple thousand miles away, but a dog you'd know anywhere anytime. We have pictures of Andy here and there throughout our house. I'd know his muzzle with the splash of black in any crowd. I know what frightened him, how he liked to help Lydia cook, what a perfectly terrible gardener he was when left unsupervised, how he loved trips to Wenatchee, how he put on silly costumes with never a complaint, how he tolerated anything Aliceclairedale dished out and forgave her immediately, how stoic he was to physical pain and how unfailingly gentle he was with Katie the cat. When i get to the Rainbow Bridge and see all the Airedales, i'll know Andy instantly, we'll need no introduction. And finally i'll be able to put my arms around the neck of a dog i love but have never had the opportunity to met. But today we're shedding a lot of tears for him here, for a boy almost as familiar and beloved as the one asleep at my feet. Godspeed sweet Andy. Five years was way too short, but there's more love in five years with Lydia than most any other five dogs will experience in a lifetime. Marti, John, Puff, Peach, Pixi and Pubb Andy was a big boy that loved his Mum more than anything. He knew he could snuggle into her hand, or just gaze at her with his soft brown eyes and she would dip in her pocket and hand him a homemade cookie and whisper to him--don't tell your sister you're getting free cookies! He'd just move a little closer to her and bury his head in her long hair and snuffle--a sure way to get another cookie. He loved life to it's fullest and he loved his fur-sister Alice, and cat-sister Katie, played hard, ate heartily, and slept like a log. He had many pals the world over and was a terrific dog to promote Rescue. He lived in THE MOST loving of homes, where the motto-"Love me, love my dog" is the rule of the house. While his Mum's heart is broken, I know she would quote Garth Brooks in The Dance-- Looking back on the memory of The dance we shared 'neath the stars above For a moment all the world was right How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye Yes my life is better left to chance I could have missed the pain but I'd of had to miss the dance. Lydia wouldn't have it any other way. I know not one other person that gives so selflessly as does she. Lydia, we all love you and look to the Stars above and see those that have left you too soon and are now all twinkling back in thanks for the loving care you gave. xoxoxo The Petersen's of Utah Dear Lydia, Of course you know by now that the entire world is grieving with you. Grieving for a boy many of us never got to meet in person, but whose place by our own hearths is as assured as that of the beloveds who cluster about our feet at this moment. Having to say goodbye to our beloved Andy, our beautiful and deeply loved BubbaBoy, is beyond all things difficult. As I opened your note this morning I somehow knew that it would be to tell us that the Airespirits were awaiting him, and that he had heard the Call. I can only be glad that you, like us when we helped Aemon and Alice to move on to the High Wild Country, were with him. He knew that, I am certain, and nothing more would have been in his wishlist. Just to have you with him, to hold him and kiss him, and whisper your love to him, with the certainty that there will come a day when you will again hold him, this time never to be parted. Your own heart is torn out, I know that. As we look at Andy amongst the flowers ~ how often your photographs capture him amongst those flowers ~ we can see the lovedepths in his eyes, as he gazes at you, his own Mama. You were and are the centre of his world, and his warm breath will linger to remind you that he has just moved on a little way, not far, just around the corner ......... We are in tears with you. Our hearts are broken into pieces, for this beloved Andrew George Ross of ours, the Bubba Boy of the world. His Star will glow brightly in our skies tonight, surrounded as he will be by all our beloved kids, a Galaxy of precious cherished Airespirits. We send our love, our care for you, and our sharing of your grief. I hope in time this may ease the burden just a little. With all our hearts ~~ Sue and Bill, Ascha and Aerem, Ruby and Sam ~ many thousands of miles away in a sad southern Australia. Our Boy Andy-Arrow Star We first met Arrow (Andy) on September 15, 2000, bouncing around in the bed of a beat up old white pickup truck. Andy´s owner could no longer afford to keep him due to financial problems and wanted to find a good home for his dog. Andy was complete and intact sporting about three inches of hair upon arrival.. An alteration and grooming made Andy look like a new Airedale. Most people were unaware that Andy´s pedigree included champions from well known kennels; Bengal, Copper Dale´s, Hatdale´s, Lawrence´s, Terrydale´s and Jokyl. Twenty champions are shown on his mother´s side in just three generations. Andy was a particularly rugged Airedale with a great disposition to people and other dogs, exhibiting a zest for life that endears these dogs to their owners. I mentioned Andy to Lydia, who liked the idea of a big brother for her dog Alice. We arranged to transport Andy to the home of Jann Rogers for Lydia to pick him up. Jann´s husband Randy recalls Andy carrying around large chunks of fire wood in their yard waiting for Lydia to arrive. My file is full of wonderful pictures and cards from Lydia. Our special thanks to Lydia for providing the loving and caring home for Andy that every Airedale should have and for her loving care in his special time of need. Although Andy is no longer with her his spirit will remain forever. Connie Turner Northwest Coordinator Airedale Terrier Rescue Salem, Oregon Oh Lydia, he was such a special boy. Randy and I shared only a couple days with Arrow-Andy before we handed him off to you but the memories of this sweetie are still vivid. We laugh when we watch the video of him doing a wild tuck butt run while flipping logs in our log pile around like toothpicks. I would watch him from our window, a little afraid to get in the middle of it all, and wondered if he was going to come right through when he bounded up to say hi before starting another Airedale figure eight on the lawn. Such energy, such a love for life. Thoughts of Andy also bring to mind the memory of the original owner sitting on the tailgate of his truck with Andy before handing him over. New to rescue, not knowing how to console this poor man who was giving up his best friend, we all hugged and cried a little and then went on our way. Andy has always been loved by everyone who had the honor and pleasure of knowing him. Thank you Lydia for making every day of his life a happy and special occasion. Our hearts are with you. Randy, Jann and Tori I met Andy 3-½ years ago when I moved in next door to him. I am not a dog person but truly fell in love with him at first sight. He had a way of looking at you and it melted your heart. I spend countless hours in my yard and always looked forward to him snorting at me to say hello through the slats in the fence. Andy loved late summer when I would toss cherry tomatoes over to him, he preferred the stems taken off first (classy eater) unlike his sister who eats stem and all. I will miss my daily chats with him over the fence and will be looking to the stars to see his charming little face. Andy, thanks for bringing a smile to my life, love dalene. It was always a delight to see Andy at the clinic and hear his mom brag about all his antics and accomplishments. It was always Lydia, Andy and Alice with Lydia bearing gifts of the edible kind. Andy was handsome, dignified and a perfect compliment to Alice. Our hearts go out to Lydia. His loss will be felt deeply by anyone who has ever had the good fortune to be in his company. We will miss the twinkle in his eye and his love for life. We'll be looking for the biggest star in the sky. Lydia, you are in our hearts and our thoughts. Love to you and Alice and Katie The Doctors and Staff at the Ballard Animal Hospital Dear Lydia, What a wonderful life Andy had with you. I suspect you had many fun adventures that will provide smiles and comfort in days to come. Your compassion and love of every one of these special rescue dogs shines through in your love and devotion to Andy. How lucky you were to have each other. As I join you in tears for your loss, I rest assured that we will all eventually be reunited with our fur-kids. May our beloved 'Dales that have gone before welcome him, and provide him comfort until you meet again. In deepest sympathy, Dear Lydia, I was heartbroken for you when I read the post about Andy's passing, our furkids become like our babies and its always devasting when we lose them, my condolences to you and my prayers are with you. Dearest Lydia... hugs and more hugs Dear Lydia, I've had the opportunity to spend time with Andy... he was dignified and a clown at the same time. He would steal the bread off your plate if you weren't watching and then pretend to look at Alice like she did it. He had the world's most loving and generous Mom who is very heartbroken, she had the love and courage to help him when he needed her most. Lydia always gave him "extra" of everything and gave him a scratch on the ear and would tell him...that's for putting up with your evil sister Alice. For all of you that have never met Lydia or sat at her kitchen table, I can tell you from experience....there is no more wonderful person than she. If after I die, there is hope to be reincarnated, I want to come back as an Airedale rescue in her home. The love from her heart never stops. A month ago I played ball with Andy...he loved a regulation size basketball. He wrapped his jaws around it and would "kill it" by shaking it back and forth..I'd laugh myself silly watching him. Then he would move on to playing with one of his giant "sticks"...they are 6" in diameter and about 5ft long..he tossed them like toothpicks. Lydia would say...LEGS! meaning Andy was coming thru waving his stick and you better watch out. Andy loved his mum and she him...it will be very hard for her not to have her Bubba boy beside her. I watched her make dog dough for one of her cookie contests and I asked her...whoa! how many do you need? Her answer was always the same....I never have enough, I pick multiple winners--just so we can share more. That is Lydia through and through...giving, sharing and loving to all. Those cookies actually smelled pretty good while baking and Alice and Andy always got the first ones from the oven. They were the most well kept dogs, clean, groomed, and impeccably mannered, Andy's favorite "trick" to get a treat was when Lydia told him "Kiss" and he would stand on his hind legs and put his front paws on her shoulder, gaze into her eyes and take a cookie ever so gently from her lips. Lydia gave them unconditional love and they to her. Lydia, Lydia, words cannot express how sorry I am. Even though he is no longer at your side, he will always be in your heart. Every once in a while God sends us a beautiful sweet soul to remind us to love and be loved unconditionally. Andy was one of those. I know your heart aches now, and you know that in time it will not hurt as much, and you will remember him and smile. My love and prayers are coming your way. My heart is so heavy for your loss. Know that we are all crying with you. Andy was a cool dog and he had the best highest Tigger bounce you ever saw and did it with a basketball in his mouth, it was really cool. He should have been on a basketball team. The Utah Jazz could have used him this season. I got to meet Andy for the first time this summer. He is a nice big dog. We took him to the beach for a walk and he waded right in and stuck his head under the water and pulled out a big stick and twirled it above his head like a baton. It was pretty funny. I think he liked us laughing at him because it made him do it more and faster. andy had a really BIG bark and you couldnt hear auntie lydia on the phone when he barked. she gave him a cookie and then he hushed up. i never ate a dog cookie, I love her snicrdoodles and her. sorry andy is dead. Whoa man! I can't believe that Andy is gone. He was a great big healthy dog. I just saw him in August and he was having a lot of fun. He had boundless energy and bounced all over the place. He could deflate a basketball in one bite and knock you over with his stampede run. He had THE loudest deafening bark I ever heard. I wanted to take him home with me. We never met Andy, unfortunately. We knew he was the most cared dog in the world, that Lydia's cookies could make him bounce and even smile. My heart goes to you, Lydia - Nicole sends a big kiss to make the pain go. We are touched with the news of his death and even though we are so far away from his home, we know he'll be in the sky watching you, waiting for you to remember all the times he played with you, all the times he made your life shine through the day and the night. Hope the memories of him will make you smile, just as he did when alive. His soul will always be a candle in your path. Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring - it was peace. --Milan Kundera. Dear Lydia, We are so sorry to hear of Andy's passing. Time with our furkids is so short. It was just last year that You, Alice and Andy were helping us through Xmas. I'll never forget the envelope in the mail from Alice and Andy! Please know that he had one of the best lives a dog can live. We cannot control how long they are with us, but we can control the quality of their life and you did all you could. He was very popular and very well loved by all of us. We hope Alice is doing OK. I'm sure she misses her best friend. Hang in there. This donation is in memory of Andy - a reminder of the purpose of Airedale rescue. Many folks love their dogs so much they make the ultimate sacrifice and give them to someone who can take better care of them. And there's no better place then Aunt Lydia's. Andy had a lucky star hanging over his head to be so loved by all, but, at the same time he never took it for granted and reveled in it by spreading happiness each and every day. Sunday was ATRA's fund raiser held in Williamston, MI. Because Andy was my "adopted son" I wanted to do something to honor his passing. My daughter created and painted a great wood Airedale and I made a memorial sheet so that everyone who looked at the piece would read about Andy and Lydia. The piece sold for $420.00. This picture is when he was about half finished. In memory of Andrew George Ross....a wonderful ambassador for Airedale Rescue. I did not ever get to meet him, but knew him through his "aunt" Joey Warren who is my friend. I want to send my heartfelt condolences to Lydia, his Mom. If you would like to add to this memorial, | |||
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