F.A.S.T. Co. donates sets of memorial cards to all partners
Loving Memory of
The first time that I met Cash he was one week old. I met Cash again when he was 6 weeks old. I was not looking to add another (4th) dog to my family, but this little guy just would not stop following me. Part of why I did not want to be chosen by this puppy was that I had my 12 year old Shepherd, Jasper and would not want him to feel displaced.
Jasper was always by my side and at night had a bed right next to me. Jasper never let anyone there until Cash came. Jasper moved over, sighed a sigh of relief, and gave Cash his bed. Almost like he was passing the torch of who would look after me. Jasper and Cash shared this duty for another year and Cash has diligently watched over me from the time of Jasper's death at 13 to his own death also at 13 years of age.
Cash was almost always with me and when he was left at home he got into trouble. He amused himself by jumping the fence and crossing four roads to visit everyone at the nearby Bryn Mawr Rehabilitation Hospital. I found out that he literally went in the doors, got his therapy dog cookies and went all through the building without me. He came home and jumped back in the yard and I did not know about this schedule of his for quite some time.
Cash was unique; he would never eat shellfish and had a high pitched bark and he would bark like crazy whenever we got close to a favorite area of his. He loved the monthly township meetings even though he had no interest in politics.
For most of his life, Cash was a search & rescue dog. He could be directed to platforms across a field and would remain on them until directed off. One time at a demonstration he ran into a horse field, scattering all the horses, as they ran, he starting barking up a tree, he paid no attention to the horses but knew his target was up the tree in that field. One time we had to carefully remove him from a loaded 9mm pistol used to kill the snow covered woman who shot herself.
Cash had a special gift of caring for all living creatures. He began to assist me in missing pet searches because the dogs were just gravitating to him. He became known as a magnet dog. Even lost cats seemed to trust him. Cash also helped me rehabilitate many troubled dogs with behavior issues. His calm confidence gave courage to these dogs, several just short of euthanasia.
Cash will be missed by me and so many others. He had many friends both two legged and four legged and I could ask Cash to babysit a puppy or a child and he always took these tasks to heart. Cash could be trusted with any creature no matter how small, he was just a gentle giant. He would come to puppy class and all the puppies would just climb all over him.
True to his nature, even in death he was so easy. In the morning we took a walk at the park. He was with me all day. He died very suddenly in the early evening with me sitting next to him. He was never sick or in any pain. He just quietly left us.
ends a 13 year "pissing match" between Redd and Cash who grew up together and
literally went and peed on the same bushes daily trying to outdo each other even
as each got so old and had to struggle to get there. A respectful rivalry of
two grumpy old men. submitted by:
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Police dept mourns loss of K-9
After a short career of tracking crime suspects, sniffing out drugs and
bridging the police department to the community, 5-year-old police K-9 Wess
died Tuesday after suffering from an intestinal disorder. Wess was the
sidekick and partner of Officer Scott Pearl and the pair was repeatedly
honored by the Working Dog Foundation. “He’s devastated,” Chief Lou Ferland
said about Pearl losing his police partner. “They ran together every morning
and spent almost every waking moment together. I’ve been around a lot of
police dogs and this dog would definitely not have hesitated to defend Scott
if someone tried to attack him.”