I didn’t think I’d cry that hard. Not in front of all those people. But when Rex—my uncle’s retired K9 partner—jumped onto the casket, something broke in me.
Uncle Mateo was a combat vet, tough as they come. He served two tours and came home with Rex, a jet-black German Shepherd who probably saved his life more than once. They were inseparable after that. Rex even followed him into civilian life, working search and rescue for another five years. When Uncle Mateo passed from a heart condition, we all knew Rex would take it hard. But I wasn’t ready for what actually happened.
The service was quiet, respectful. Military honors, flag presentation, the works. I was standing with my mom, holding her hand so tight I think I
left nail marks. When they wheeled the casket into place, someone let Rex out of his crate. At first, he just walked slowly over, sniffing the air like he wasn’t sure where Mateo was.