Thursday, June 21, 2012
Amazing personality, loved to be around anyone. Early on in life, her first job was to listen for the fire tone of the Newark Fire Department. She would hear the tones before I could, during the day she would quickly sit up and stare, during the night she would jump onto my chest to make sure I would wake up. For eight years she traveled to night time fires, often beating me to the garage door. At intersections on the way, she would hear the truck's sirens and would spin around standing on the console box to see them whiz by us. After the initial knock-down of a fire, I would have to move the car closer so she could see all the action. It was not uncommon to see firefighters in full gear rolling around with her on the ground, stopping on the way to their truck and look in the car to pet her. Her largest fire duration was eleven hours, downtown Newark, Ohio on South 3rd Street known as the "Arwebb Fire". During her senior years she would wake up to the tone, elect not to ride along but wait up for me to come home. Her attendance of fires was recognized several times by the media.
Great enjoyment was what she brought to Carol and I and she was very deserving of being pampered like a lady should be.
The three bells have rung and she has been called back to quarters.