The Unsung Heroes of 9/11
They were trained for one thing: find the living, bark, get the toy, win.
More than 300 search dogs climbed the pile after the towers fell. Hot steel. Dust. 24 hr shifts. They expected what every drill had promised. People still breathing underneath.
Almost no one was.
The last survivor came out about 27 hrs after the collapse. After that the dogs kept searching for a scent that was no longer there. Tails dropped. Sadness in every line of their bodies. They would still work. They just stopped getting the joy that made the work make sense.
So their people hid in the rubble. A firefighter. A cleanup worker. Out of camera range. The dog would find someone alive, get the toy, get the praise, and for a moment light up again like the world still worked the way it was supposed to.
Debra Tosch, there with her Lab Abby, said it was like working weeks without a paycheck. When they get that toy, it’s like they’ve gotten paid. Handlers called them mock finds. What they really were was a kindness. A way of telling a partner, you did it, good dog, I still need you.
They offered everything anyway.
They also did the job no one certified them for. Men who had just heard a friend’s body called over the radio buried their faces in a dog’s neck until they could stand. That was the other rescue. Not of the dead. Of the living still standing in the ash, held up for a minute by an animal who only wanted to help.
@joeybagovdonuts I was at work. One of my students came in and said that a plane hit the Trade Center. No one thought anything of it because no one really knew what was happening yet.
I got really scared when I heard about the plane missing over the Cleveland/Pittsburgh area.