My brother sent along the following story about the last surviving service dog from the 9/11 search and recovery:
While watching it, I couldn't help but think it's a dog.
Nobody loves dogs like we do here at YDP. Nobody loves heroes like we do here as well. Combined, and the two are off the charts. But during the video I couldn't help but have a mental cash meter tallying up the cost of the dog's vacation.
Then I wondered about those still suffering from the trauma of 9/11. Where's their day?
Bretangne would have been happy with a steak and some couch time. She's a dog. Yes, some of what was shared was for her handler, and I get that. But there was still thousands of dollars spent on a dog, when some meat, a nap, and some tennis ball time with the boss would have worked just fine.
That's one of the things that make dogs so incredible - they don't require much other than to be with us.
Regardless of what they've achieved, or what we think they're due.
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