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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Fozzie was a runner. It was his running away that got him into Rescue.
As a young pup, he ran away in small town West Virginia. There, he was hit by a pickup truck. The very poor, impoverished animal shelter there, literally picked him up off of the roadside and took him to the vet.
That vet did him the biggest favor of his life. He neutered him while he took x-rays and decided that the hit pup needed extensive surgery on his R hip joint where he had been hit. He patched him up and called the shelter. They would have normally told him to put the pup down, but they already owed him for the neuter surgery, etc. Instead, they called ATRA. Sandi Sprankle drove for 6 hours each way from near Akron, OH to the town in West Virginia and took him into rescue.
Sandi took him to her vet in Wadsworth, OH and he did the Femoral Head Osteotomy on Fozzie's smashed R ball of the hip joint. The pickup had smashed the ball of the ball and socket joint beyond repair. ATRA paid the bill.
Sandi had a house full of "Seniors" and the infirm, so when Fozzie was beyond being crated and leash walked in his recovery, we, having young boys, took him for fostering and rehabilitation at our house. With our pack, he thrived.
Working with ATRA and other rescue groups, Sandi spear headed a fund raiser for the shelter that saved Fozzie and had done the right thing by calling upon Airedale Rescue to take care of him. At Thanksforgiving of 2002, we went to West Virginia with Sandi and Don to help deliver to the shelter the several hundred dollars, and two vans and a trailer full of animal feed, blankets, towels, and other things needed by the shelter. This had been raised as a thank you to the shelter from Airedale Rescue and other rescue groups in Ohio and around the USA for having done the right thing by Fozzie and placing the call to his breed rescue so they could do their job and help him. It made a lasting impression upon the staff of this impoverished shelter.
Fozzie always wanted to be in charge, and was a talker. Moans and groans and he barked a lot in a high pitched yip that went right through your head. He was neutered too young. His voice had not changed and when he was neutered, he still, mostly had his puppy coat.
At our house, with the Deerfield House Pack, he was at the bottom of the pecking order. He had Sir Miles Doo Bop, Andy IV, and Sir Adam Farnsworth Billion, in that order, to cope with and Miles was not stepping aside for a new young gun just because he thought HE should be in charge of the pack.

At Deerfield House, Fozzie needed to be taken out of doors on lead. He would NOT stay with the others around the house. His runner genes would not let him just settle for being with the pack.
Sandi found a home in Northern OH with another Airedale and we placed him there.
When we got back from our trip to Australia, we found out that Fozzie was growling at the infant grandchild who was crawling about the house. We were NOT going to let Fozzie get into trouble due to biting a child. We reclaimed him. We reprogrammed him. And Fozzie became a permanent member of the Deerfield House Pack. We were very surprised at how big, strong, and handsome he had grown to be from the scruffy floppy eared pup we had fostered.
At our house, Fozzie learned to be LAST but wanted to be FIRST. He became a wonderful, loving, boy.

He recently stopped running and could enjoy his freedom in the woods immediately around Deerfield House. He learned to listen and do what we asked of him with just a little grumbling from time to time. He came to appreciate the freedom that came with being dependable and reliable.
2 years ago, in a routine blood test for his pre-anesthesia physical, he flunked the test. Liver enzymes out of whack. Dr. Schwartz took x-rays and saw enlarged organs and told me that he suspected that Fozzie had metastasized cancer through out his abdomen. Liver, pancreas, spleen seemed enlarged. I thought about it and sent his blood serum to LA for testing. Bingo! Fozzie was another Plechner Syndrome boy. Series of injections, then oral meds, and he was fine. We had balanced him out and aside from his ongoing food sensitivities and being pukey from time to time, he was doing AOK.
We knew that his liver and pancreas had been damaged by the undiscovered inflammation caused by the excessive adrenal estrogen in his system. The damage was apparently more than we thought.
He could not survive this pancreatitis attack.
Fozzie is our last and final direct link with Annette Hall and her work with ATRA. Sir Miles II, Arliss, and Winston the Visitor have come to us via post Annette ATRA and via SOAR. He was the last of our pack to remember Sandi and Don's Jake. Jake was the first Airedale that Sandi got from ATRA.
Annette Hall had a very simple saying that she taught me about rescue. "Once a rescue, always a rescue." Fozzie's life is the full example of this saying. His original owners could not, or did not, meet their covenant with him and protect him. Others had to take over and do that job for Fozzie. They picked him up off of the roadside and took him for medical care. They placed the right phone call to the right people when they needed to. Other people met their covenants and effected his rescue, got him medical care, nursed him to health, and put him into the best homes that they could find. Those homes had people in them that understood their covenant with their rescue animal that they were caring for and communicated when they were having issues with his care. His foster family met their covenant with him and reclaimed him to fix him and protect him as best they could for the rest of his life. Rescuers don't own these animals; they accept their covenant with them to protect and care for them to the best of their ability for the full life of these animals that never asked to be born and only want love, food, shelter and proper care.
There will soon be two more stones beneath the large white oak tree in front of Deerfield House. Andy IV and Fozzie Bear will lie there beside Rally, Andy III, Sir Miles Doo Bop, and Sir Adam Farnsworth Billion.
We are going to miss our West Virginia mountain boy very very much. He was a wonderful Airedale boy. Make a spot for him Annette, so he can play with Sir Miles and the rest of the pack that he learned to play from and with.
Fozzie as a pup, very shortly after his Rescue Mom, Sandi Sprankle drove for hours to and from W. VA from Wadsworth, OH to save him from death in a poor impoverished shelter there. It was after this, that he had the FHO surgery and we subsequently took him for rehab and fostering after his surgery. We placed him in a home in OH, but reclaimed him and kept him due to some training issues that we had to fix.

A very recent photo of him doing what he loved about best, sleeping at my feet so he would know when I moved.
Kirk Nims, Mike Billion, Sandi Sprankle, Don Brighenti
Fozzie Bear's Rescue family

Frank was a warm and caring person with a big heart for the "big" Airedales. Frank loved the Oorangs and adopted a big boy, Teddy, from rescue who was his constant companion until the end.
Frank's heart dog was an Airedale named Dickens. He wrote the following poem for Dickens after Dickens crossed the bridge.
A Friend of Mine - In Memorium
Dickens came from Methuen twelve years agoI loved him at once, that you would know
An Airedale was he, you could tell at a glance
Had the posture, the coat, the color, the prance
He lived with me most of his life
Barked plenty but had little strife
Waited long for Dickens, friend of a dream
We ran together and made a great team
I know, of course, that a dogs life is brief
Wanted to go first but had no relief
I took him to the vet today
He went to sleep, is now far away
He's in the high courts of Heaven today
In patience he waits
With other angels he will not play
But sits alone at the gates
Dickens waits no more as he and Frank are together again...a great team forever. Frank will always be remembered as a wonderful friend of Airedales and of rescue.
Donations in memory of Frank Gillis
- Brendan Wahlberg & Marsha Gilmore
- Fran Sobel
- John & Patricia Feltch
- The Metrics Team
- Louis Agro
- Joe Cambria
- Beth Abesamis
- Cheryl Abdus-Salaam
- Bruce Anderson
- Cathy Clark
- Wanda Cox
- Evelyn Go
- Mark Henry
- Devon Moore
- George Parnizari
- Daniel Squicciarini
- Felix Velez Jr
- Thomas M. Casey, Jr.
- Lillian and Bob Fulton
- The Talbots Group, LP
- Bob & Shelley Guerard
- Jacqueline E. Thissell
- Quintin Lew
- Barbara and Ross Eilbacher
- Berns Communications Group LLC
- Verizon Friends: Alethea, Caroline, Lydia, Rich, Cathy, Tony, Ralph, Mary Pat
- Amy Stern
- R & J Wheeler
- Drs. Thomas & Helen O'Leary
- Marjorie Minkin & Richard D'Amato
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Gabbie Talusan
Gabbie was our first Airedale. She wasn't a rescue -- she came to us through a reputable breeder and we saw her through her championship and 2 litters of pups. We were so in love with Airedales by that point, that we kept a pup out of each litter and our hands were full with three Airedales running around. She was everything you could ask for in an Airedale -- lots of sass, attitude, spunk, smarts, loyalty, stubbornness, a clown and a best friend.
She was there when my husband and I met, saw me through graduation with my masters degree, was there for our wedding and the day that we brought home our newborn son. Those 10 1/2 years went by so fast that there isn't a moment when I can't remember her not being there. She was there through lots of laughter, joy, tears, and any other mood that you can think of. She came on so many road trips, thousands of walks, romps in the park, and watched countless hours of TV just laying by my side. She loved playing frisbee, loved NOT playing fetch (she would chase after the ball, stop and stare at it….and would wait for me to go get it), loved sticking her head out of the car window, loved sitting beside me, loved going through her trick routine to get a treat, loved counter surfing, loved watching me cook in case I dropped something, loved playing with her pups, loved waiting by the door for someone to come through the door and loved getting petted, scratched, kissed and belly rubbed. She was just filled with so much love. The day that we saw her off to the Rainbow Bridge, she was surrounded by her two favorite humans -- petting her, kissing her, hugging her and telling her how much we loved her. We showered her with love right up until the end and are still loving her, even though she is gone. She'll always be in our hearts and our memories. Gabbie, we miss and love you so much.


Franklin
April 10, 2009
IN MEMORY
Our beloved Franklin died a year ago today. It still smarts right behind the eyes to write that.
He was a wonderful being.
Yesterday, we put his neck chain and "jewelry" in the cabinet along with his ashes and other mementos.
We had kept it out, hanging on the back of a cabinet door, so we could feel it and hold it. For a long time, it smelled like him.
The other night, Booker was lying in Franklin's place outside. Near the spa on the other side of the little wall.
We figured that Franklin was whispering to him again. A way of commenting on the similarities of the two Airedales.
And then there are the differences. Franklin was and is a unique animal to us. And he does smell different. He was flightier in a good way. Always ready to welcome people and to be petted and adored. He was a character. Sometimes baffling and rarely annoying.
He barked a lot. We had complaints from the neighbor. Only one. The one without a dog.
Franklin wanted to be everyone's friend. Human and dog. Not everyone would cooperate. He would persist.
He did have some enemy dogs and he would not hesitate to try to kick their asses.
Emotional. Volatile. Energetic.
When he got sick at the end, it took awhile to figure what was wrong and then it was too late.
We could not have done anything about it. The cancer was not obvious and it moved fast.
We said goodbye in his favorite spot. The vet, his "best friend" (there were many of those) came over and helped us all along through the process.
It is one of the hardest things that I have ever had to go through. Bar none.
Franklin's life compelled us to find an Airedale brother as soon as we could. We missed that unique energy so.
And now we have sedate, powerful, sweet tempered Booker. The gentle giant. He purrs. He "talks" all the time. A low groan not a growl. I have never heard such a thing. Lisa says he is an old soul. He is a looker.
He is not Franklin. He is Booker.
He allows a lot of room in our hearts to mourn and appreciate "the first dog". I think that he knows.
He takes good care of us as we do of him. We have a bargain to make this time together count because, in a way, we thought the time with Franklin would somehow be forever. And it was not. He left early.
Love the ones you are with while they are here. And take their love in return. That is the best Franklin lesson I can think of.
Earl and John
National Airedale Rescue has allowed me the privilege of establishing this fund to honor my darling Grace, and also Duchey, Chloe and Celeste (by proxy) to help rescue dogs. The fund will be used as needed by NAR, but the primary focus will be to assist in special needs training. Grace was the little girl who would not sit, and later went on to earn her CGC. She was always ready and willing to perform demonstrations for all my training classes. She was a very most special girl! All of my dogs were rescued dogs! Some times they just need a little extra support.
DONATE TO THE GRACE J. SIBLEY MEMORIAL FUND
If you would like to make a donation to the Grace's special Fund, please make your check payable to National Airedale Rescue, Inc., and note in the memo section that it is for the Grace J. Sibley Memorial Fund.
Send your check to:
National Airedale Rescue, Inc.
ATTN: Rusty LaFrance, Treasurer
8524 Maggie Avenue
Las Vegas, NV 89143
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APPLY FOR A GRANT FROM THE GRACE J. SIBLEY MEMORIAL FUND
The Grace J. Sibley Memorial Fund is meant to assist with the expenses of Airedales in rescue that need more training than the foster home is able to provide in order to be adoptable. Volunteers need to contact the Treasurer with the full background of the dog, the behavioral issue that needs to be addressed, the plan for training and the amount requested.
Rusty LaFrance
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