Posted on 01/05/2012 7:18:00 PM PST by matt04
Police officers consider K-9 partners members of the force.
So it was with great sadness that the West Hartford Police Department learned one of its own, Kora, a police dog, was being put down Monday. The 11-year-old was retired over the summer, after serving in the Department since 2003 with her handler, Officer Eric Rocheleau, according to Lt. David Dubiel.
Kora had developed cancerous tumors common with old age, and had to be euthanized Monday, Dubiel said. But Kora got one last chance at being a police dog.
Rocheleau took Kora to the vet Monday, and after some tests, was told the best thing for the dog was to put her down. Before that happened, the officers at the West Hartford Police Department agreed to take Kora for a final ride in a police cruiser.
"I was met at the vet with my old cruiser, and we were able to give Kora one last ride in her old car," Rocheleau told the Hartford Courant. "Both K-9 handlers, the K-9 unit supervisor, the sergeant on duty and animal control were there to give me support."
Kora also spent one last day at the police department, to give all of the officers a chance to say goodbye.
In her 9 years of service, Kora was responsible for uncovering 205 pounds of marijuana, 458 bags of heroin, 41 grams of cocaine, and 117 arrests. Rocheleau and Kora received a statewide award for their service in 2005.
Our English Shepherd, Gypsy, developed liver disease, and with the acupuncture/chiropractic/Chinese herbs we were able to keep her 22 months longer than our traditional vets expected.
LSAggie (posting on hubby's account)
Yes, I wouldn’t expect much more than 16 years out of a little dog. I think anything over that is exceptional; you’re getting into Guinness territory.
“The vet said very traumatic I should go in the waiting room. I left the room, turned around and went back in, I held her head in my hands looked in her face and talked to her until she passed.”
Yes, no way would I leave. The vet I had with my GS in bad shape said no such thing, but even though I was a wreck (she had been falling apart over the weekend) I wanted to pet her, hold her.
My dad wanted to leave - but I begged him not to leave us (as I said, I was a wreck after living alone with this poor dog), so he stayed in the room.
Just say I’m glad I did.
GIVE ME YOUR DOG!
>>> Which raises the thought problem: if your dog could only speak 12 words, what words would you want them to be able to say?
“Those sheep lie.”
Now that is funny....:O)
Sorry to hear about your pug, it’s always difficult.
LOL so true. This morning, Pauli came and snuggled up between my feet while I was brushing her teeth. She doesn’t usually do that, but it was pretty sweet. And it was nice because it was chilly and she’s like a heater. :)
She was only two. But my son was born a couple of weeks later so....I’m doing pretty good.
At least something to keep your mind on.
I'd want him or her to say: "I really love living here" but they probably would say, "The place is OK but I really don't like you, Bud."
There is a classic American humor short story about a man traveling the Orient, who is poking around a little store and sees a dusty black pint bottle.
He asks the store owner what it is, and is told that it is a special medicine. When a teaspoon is given to a dog once a week, it will make their tongue shrink, and they will be able to talk. And when you want the dog to stop talking, you just stop giving them the elixir, its tongue will go back to normal, and it won’t be able to talk any more.
The man thought the tale was a hoot, so he bought the bottle, which was surprisingly inexpensive.
Back in the states, the man kept thinking about the elixir, so decided to give dose to his large and friendly, if not too bright dog. The dog swallowed it right down, and the man heard a muffled sound from the dog’s mouth.
“Wow! That stings!”, said the dog. The man was amazed and just stood there, until the dog said, “Close your mouth, stupid, your breath stinks and you look like a moron!”
“You can talk!”, the man exclaimed. “No ****, replied the dog. How long did it take you to figure that out, you dummy?”
Well, soon the man learned that his dog not only could talk, but talked a lot. And most of what the dog said were insults, rude and obscene, and he soon learned that his dog disliked him intensely, and said thing just to annoy him.
Then one day he came home to find his girlfriend had dropped by, and she was enraged at him. “Your dog told me that you have been cheating on me!”, she screamed before stomping out. That was the final straw.
This made him remember that the storekeeper had very clearly said, “*When* you want your dog to stop talking, not *if*”. So when it came time for the dog’s weekly dose, he didn’t give it to him.
Within a few minutes, the dog’s tongue again grew to normal size, he lost the ability to speak, and regained his happy and stupid dog composure, even jumping up and licking him on the face.
One of my dog's words would be SQUIRREL!!!
Not necessarily one of my choices for her, but I wouldn't have a say in the matter as to that word.
And, yes, it would be capitalized, in bold, underlined, and the exclamation points would be included.
Well, that story didn’t exactly end on the funny note I anticipated. Not bad, just different.
Sometimes, tho, I feel bad for my smart doggie who is more human than most. The oblivious one never has an unhappy moment unless she’s just been caught eating off the kitchen counter... and then the smart one tries to interfere with her punishment.
Thank you prayers are needed. She is slipping fast now. It is just so sad....
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