We Remember

The Legacy of 9/11 Dogs 18 Years Later



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9 Responses to “We Remember”

  1. Wose-The Small and Meek
    10:45 am on September 11th, 2019

    I was working in mid-town Manhattan during the attack on the World Trade Center, and will never forget that day.

    As I remember all those who we lost 18 years ago, thank you to all the First Responders and all the 9/11 dogs for their service on that day, and for their continued service.

  2. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    6:42 pm on September 11th, 2019

    Rose!…Could you see the Towers from where you worked??…snort!…Tell us your story in all your own words…snuffle!

    First!…The First keep dying off from after-effects and chemicals they inhaled…sniff!…A tragedy that doesn’t stop…sob!

  3. BooBear
    6:49 pm on September 11th, 2019

    Mom remembers watching the morning news as the anchors were starting to get word about the attack. Her mother used to tell her that anyone alive when Pearl Harbor was attacked could tell you exactly where they were when they heard the news.
    Very interesting story about the dog/handler teams during the horror of 9/11.

  4. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    6:58 pm on September 11th, 2019

    Boo!…My friend remembers exactly where she was and who she was standing next too when she first saw the footage of the first tower being hit….sniff!sob! …We here want to hear Rose’s story as she was actually there in NYC…snuffle!

  5. Wose-The Small and Meek
    8:44 pm on September 11th, 2019

    RIO! I remember what a beautiful day 9/11/2001 was. I was working at Warner Bros. which at the time was located at 53rd Street between 6th and 7th Avenues, so I could not see the Towers from my office. I live in Westchester county and commuted to my job via Metro North Railroad into Grand Central Station, where I would then walk up and across town to my office.

    At the time, I used to listen to Howard Stern’s radio show on my Walkman which I plugged into small speakers that I kept on my desk. When the first plane hit, I had already started my workday at 8:00am. I remember Howard Stern saying that there was an explosion at the WTC, and some speculation that a plane had hit the building. I looked out the window of one of the managers’ offices and said to myself what a beautiful day it was, and how could a plane hit the WTC. By this time, more people were coming into the office and talking about the incident. My bosses were not yet in the office as one was travelling from New Jersey and one from Pennsylvania.

    Grizz was working in Dutchess County at the time, and had e-mailed me at the AOL account we shared to ask if I had heard about what was going on at the WTC. I replied that I was listening to Howard Stern, but they didn’t know what exactly was happening.

    My bosses finally arrived at the office, and basically, no work was being done or could be done as everyone was talking about the Towers.

    When the second plane hit, the office was at full staff, and Howard Stern said that he thought that it was an act of terrorism.

    The big boss at the company had a TV in his office so lots of people, including me, were watching the news coverage. The phone service and e-mail service was going in and out.

    I was talking with my friend Doris, who worked with me and who travelled on the Metro North as I did, about what was going on, and what we were going to do.

    Information, as you can imagine, was sketchy at best. When the Towers fell, in the last e-mail I received from Grizz, he asked about the Towers, and I e-mailed back that there was no more WTC. By this time, NYC was on lock down. All public transportation had been shut down, and traffic stopped, not only in Manhattan, but in the boroughs and suburbs.

    My older brother who lived in Long Island, but worked downtown in Manhattan, was in a meeting at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel in midtown. He was able to get through to me by phone. He had heard the news, and wanted to make sure I was okay. I told him I was, and that I was going to stay in the office since Grand Central Station was closed. He told me if I needed to, I could meet him at the hotel and stay with him.

    Sometime in the early afternoon, when mass transportation was partially restored, my friend Doris and I decided to walk to Grand Central to see if we could get on a train. Masses of people were walking in the middle of Sixth Avenue. I can’t even begin to describe how crowded the streets and sidewalks were. Cars and buses had been abandoned. Surprisingly, people were mostly calm, although there was much confusion, shock, and tears.

    It was a difficult walk to Grand Central Station, and when Doris and I got there it was jammed packed, and full of police and National Guard. Doris and I parted ways, told each other to be careful, and decided that we would both stay home the next day. Train service was erratic at best. When I was finally able to get on a train, people were crowded in the aisles, and pressed against the doors. I was one of the people crushed at the door of the car I was on.

    On the way to Westchester, the train crosses over the Harlem River from Manhattan into the Bronx. From the door window, I could see the huge cloud of black smoke pouring from the wreckage of the Towers. It was the one of the most devastating sites I had ever seen.

    I was so relieved when I finally got home. I turned on the TV and watched the coverage. Seeing the Towers collapse brought me to tears. When Grizz finally got home, we hugged for a very long time.

    When I visited the Reflecting Pools a couple of years ago, it was so overwhelming, it brought me to tears. I had visited the observation deck of the World Trade Center twice in my early teens, and it was a great loss to me, as it was to all New Yorkers.

    New York Strong.

  6. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    8:57 pm on September 11th, 2019

    Rose!…Bless You for your story….sob!sob!sob!…I truly appreciate you sharing it with us….sob!sob!sob!…Love you girl!..sniffle!

  7. Wookie’s and Teddy’s Paw
    10:08 pm on September 11th, 2019

    Rose. Ditto what Rio said. Very courageous to share those difficult memories after so many years.

  8. Rio's Friend
    10:28 pm on September 11th, 2019

    My story is from the day before the 9/11 attacks. I don’t remember my whole day of Sept 10th. I remember later after work walking around the park I usually walked around. I cried and sobbed uncontrollably the whole time I was walking. I had no reason to be sad, but I could not stop sobbing…sigh.

    Slept. In the early morning I had a vivid dream of a White Horse sticking it’s head thru my bedroom window!!…gasp!…This scared me as I have read the Book of Revelation. I got up late and did not watch the news this morning.

    As my time was 2 hours behind the east coast news I was just catching the news on the radio while driving into work. Immediately after I arrived I went to the cafeteria where there was a big TV.

    My boss and I ended up there at the same time. He was a big strapping Swiss fellow, tough as nails, and had a lovely accent. We both stood there and watched as the first plane hit the tower. I gasped and he physically stumbled backwards with his hand on his chest. I feared for him for a moment…but then he came back mad as hell. We watched and we saw the other tower hit…to much to bear so I went up to my little cubicle and stared at my computer screen.

    Not a lot of work was done that day and we all wondered why they didn’t send us home. My major thought all day was “Nothing Will Ever Be The Same Again”…sob!

  9. Luna from the Other Side of the Bridge
    12:51 am on September 12th, 2019

    Wose: Mama here. You were and are a very brave Wose. Thank you to you and others that have shared their stories openly on this here blog today and who have reflected privately.

    The Giant and my Lady weren’t the Giant and my Lady Together when the towers fell. However, in the coming days they would go on their first date and then be engaged a week and a half later. They were in class together at college. Students drifted from class to class that day often being told that class was cancelled, but that the instructors would stay in the classroom and make it available to students to grieve and wonder and process. My Lady got to the class she had with the Giant. They along with other students were sitting on the floor in the hall outside the classroom while they waited for the teacher to arrive. She was known for being a hard teacher and wasn’t well liked. As they waited, my Lady looked at the Giant sitting across the hall and remembered thinking if it were a different time these men sitting around her would be drafted and off to war. The professor arrived and unlike all the other instructors acted as if nothing happened and was happening. She said class would not be canceled. She was from a different country and showed very little compassion. She did show a look of surprise when the entire class stood as one and walked out leaving her alone.

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