K9 Memorials

  • Tasha

    Tasha was the best first partner a handler could have. She was focused on trailing, but enjoyed the search game that she did very well with cadaver, avalanche, disaster and water search trainings. She was a true solid partner that told me what to do more than I told her; as it was her nose and not mine working the job. Tasha let nothing deter her from her search work and was willing to do anything I required of her. Tasha taught me that one of the key points in a team is trust between both handler and canine. Her determination and confidence resulted in two finds: first was a life-saving event for an 80 year old woman missing for over 3.5 days; second was a diabetic woman missing for over 18 hours. She enjoyed the search game beyond her 13 years just for the mental challenge. Tasha taught me how stamina, strength and determination will get one to the final result – and then it was time for the Frisbee.

  • Tellus

    She has spent her life in the service of others.

    Nap time training, spending dinner time searching,

    and spending play time finding.

    Gone but not forgotten.

  • Thumper

    Thumper was the light of my life. Never sad, never angry, always happy to be with me doing anything. He was rescued at a small town pound at 11 weeks of age, his ice blue eyes capturing my heart almost instantly. Discovering he was deaf 2 weeks later didn’t slow us down a bit. He was a therapy dog who went to convalescent homes to visit the elderly. He went to classrooms to help teach children that disabilities didn’t have to stand in their way of doing anything they wanted to do.

    The day he got his job as a search dog, at 3 years old, he was reborn. The first time his “uniform” was put on, there was a strut in his step and he knew he had a purpose. His deafness was a challenge only to those who didn’t know him. It certainly didn’t hinder his searching ability. He was a member of the Tehama County SAR, Childquest International, Butte County SAR, and CARDA. He made his last water find 5 months before a debilitating neuromuscular disorder forced him into retirement.

    I will forever miss him and he will always be the one, and only, rare blue eyed Hungarian Moosehound.