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TANSTAF1
08-24-2011, 02:59 PM
"Petty Officer Jon T. Tumilson was laid to rest Friday in Rockford, Iowa, where an estimated 1,500 mourners came to pay respects for the fallen Navy SEAL, including his dog Hawkeye. In fact, Hakeye’s loyalty to his owner at the funeral was visible, creating a heart-wrenching image as he laid down by the casket of his owner during the entire service:"

http://www.theblaze.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/hawkeye.jpg


"The 35-year-old Tumilson died Aug. 6, when a rocket-propelled grenade disabled the helicopter he was in. It crashed, killing 30 Americans and eight Afghans. He was posthumously awarded the Purple Heart (http://www.legacy.com/memorial-sites/purple-heart/?personid=153130668&affiliateID=1740) and Defense Meritorious Service Medal."

Mrleft8
08-24-2011, 03:01 PM
You are a twisted individual...

TANSTAF1
08-24-2011, 03:18 PM
Maybe it's just because I have to take my dog to the vet tonight, but this brought tears to my eyes.

Nanoose
08-24-2011, 03:25 PM
...and we have to put one of the cats down today...

TerryLL
08-24-2011, 03:29 PM
Reminds me of my last cat, long dead now.
Please, no more threads like this one.

Nanoose
08-24-2011, 07:43 PM
...brought him home, and buried him in his favourite spot on top of the hill behind the house, where he'd go every day to curl up and nap in the sun....

Sleep sweet, sweetie...

Bobby of Tulsa
08-24-2011, 07:54 PM
...brought him home, and buried him in his favourite spot on top of the hill behind the house, where he'd go every day to curl up and nap in the sun....

Sleep sweet, sweetie... So sorry for you, Lady.

Nanoose
08-24-2011, 08:00 PM
thank you, Bobby.
We've all been here, and it is rough, especially at first.
Just so not nice to go through, eh?....

Bobby of Tulsa
08-24-2011, 08:03 PM
Seems they become family. They give us so much.

Nanoose
08-24-2011, 08:05 PM
That they do.

Michael D. Storey
08-24-2011, 08:18 PM
Well, Elizabeth is 18. 80 pounds of long black fur. Last march she stopped eating. Kidney, pancreas, liver. Signs were worse than a dead dog, the vet sed. She would wake in the kitch, look up, and piss herself. We had scheduled for Friday morning. Thursday, she got up, looked at me and said, 'What's for breakfast?' First meal in 6 days. The vet still is sure that she is not Elizabeth. Pulled the first paw out of the grave, she did. Living Proof of the Resurrection.
Livin right. More than I deserved.

Nanoose
08-24-2011, 08:21 PM
You are a blessed man, Mr. Storey.

TerryLL
08-24-2011, 08:35 PM
Yup,
I resurrected old Lester The Cat half a dozen times before she finally up and died, leaving me with a $600 vet bill.
Lester was a stay who wandered in one day and took up residence. I named her Lester before I had figured out she was not a he, and she never quite forgave me for that.

She was beyond any doubt the best bear early warning system anyone could hope for, and she played well with all the deer on the property.