Posted on 06/03/2013 8:15:29 AM PDT by Kartographer
The canine sidekick of a police officer shot to death in the line of duty gave a heart wrenching goodbye to his fallen partner Thursday, standing vigil at the funeral just before the casket was lowered into the ground.
It was a deeply emotional funeral for Bardstown, Kentucky police officer Jason Ellis, 33, who was murdered on a highway exit ramp May 25 in what police believe was a planned setup to lure the officer from the safety of his car.
His canine partner, Figo, stood beside his casket at Highview Cemetery in Chaplin, Kentucky and a touching photo shows the dog placing a loving paw on Ellis casket, as if giving his last goodbye.
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Anyone who sees these photos and doesn’t get a bit teary-eyed, has an ice chunk for a heart..........
Dang blurry screen...
Brave, loyal Doggie Ping.
I was tearing up before I even opened the pictures...
I am so pissed and I want to read about the piece of swiss cheeze that was found on the side of the road.
***’I’ve laid on the bathroom floor. I did not want to live another second without him. I don’t have the strength to pray right now, but I know that many others are praying for me and our family.***
Yes we are, Mrs. Ellis.
May the Holy Ghost comfort you and your boys with the knowledge and understanding that, through Jesus Christ, you will reunite with Jason in the presence of Almighty God Himself. And your agony will turn to overwhelming joy.
It’s not raining but my screen is blurry too!
F**k all the illegal drug users in America. Chickens**ts. Can’t deal with reality. They are a f**king blight on America. Deal with them like the Chinese did. Round them up and execute them.
Hundreds of police officers from Kentucky, Ohio and Indiana, emergency workers and others attended services for Ellis, a K-9 officer who was on the drug task force.
Grrrr.
Several things come to mind:
1) Figo obviously knows who is in that casket.
2) Kentucky did the right thing retiring the dog and giving him to the family.
3) Why does this only show up in UK media? It seems more and more posts on FR, especially on the scandal trifecta, cite a UK source.
Choke!
The Daily Mail has become the USA’s top choice as an Internet news source because they saw an opportunity and took it - our own MSM can’t be bothered with stories that don’t promote the greater glory of St. Barack, so a straightforward report like this one draws far more American eyeballs than NBC.com’s latest editorial on heartless Republican policies.
Prayers for the family.
The expression of grief on the dog’s little face is heart-wrenching. He’d crawl in there and go with his master if they’d just let him.
George Graham Vest (1830-1904) served as U.S. Senator from Missouri from 1879 to 1903 and became one of the leading orators and debaters of his time. This delightful speech is from an earlier period in his life when he practiced law in a small Missouri town. It was given in court while representing a man who sued another for the killing of his dog. During the trial, Vest ignored the testimony, and when his turn came to present a summation to the jury, he made the following speech and won the case.
Gentlemen of the Jury: The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.
George Graham Vest - c. 1855
It doesn't.
I can’t have a dog to this day because I lost the one that loved me like that to his dying day.
My family got him when I was just 2 years old. He loved the family, but he made it clear that I was the one who had his heart.
He would follow me everywhere. If I walked out the door, he was right behind. He sat underneath the table and devoured all the stuff that was good for me. He even ate carrots.
From the beginning, he slept on my pillow with his head resting upon my neck, with neither one of us moving a muscle all night long.
In the early days, he endured being dressed up in a bonnet, wrapped in a blanket, and strolled around the yard in a doll buggy.
As an older child, I stupidly dove in front of a car to rescue him many times.
I alienated my family from a neighbor that I screamed at when she threw a large rock at him and knocked him unconscious.
When I was about 11 years old, he broke his jaw. The vet wired it together but warned us he wouldn’t make it through the night. I stayed up all night long, petting him and praying, begging God not to take my best friend. Prayer answered.
When I was 14, my other best friend had a birthday party/sleep-over. I remember feeling pulled in two directions, not wanting to leave my dog, but wanting to enjoy being with friends. So I went.
It was early morning, but still dark, when I woke up and “saw” my dog lying across from me, just looking at me, watching me. I knew in my heart right then that he was gone, but I felt a peace that I didn’t think would be possible, considering he was such a part of me.
I waited until daylight and called home to let my family know that I already knew he was gone.
I’m still sad to this day that I wasn’t there for him, to pray for him, to offer a little comfort while he passed.
But after all these years, I also have thoughts that I was spared from watching my loyal pal slip from this life.
I could not agree with you more yet many FReepers believe the answer is to legalize drugs.
Americans are irresponsible and don’t want to work now as it is. Make drugs legal and you can throw the towel in on society.
I never understood why people require an artificial high. My children, good music, a beautiful day or a ride in my truck with the windows down, all get me high.
Not a fan of cops but my heart goes out to his family and I pray they find the killers and execute them.
“I was tearing up before I even opened the pictures...”
I was too.
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