I told myself I wouldn’t cry today.
Daysi, a German Shepard and loyal member of the US Army’s 802nd Security Forces Squadron K-9 unit in Texas, was recently put to sleep being diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer.
Daysi joined the narcotics detection unit in 2014 and was put under the care of Sergeant Paul Olmos who spent all his free time with her and even entered her in the Texas Toughest Dog Competition.
Says Olmos,
“I am single and I don’t have immediate family here so I’d come on the weekends just to visit her and take her on runs. I couldn’t even tell you how much time we’ve spent together.”
Then this past January, trainers noticed an aberration in Daysi’s left leg that was causing her pain. It turned out to be a malignant tumor that was pushing on the nerve. The cancer eventually spread until operations were deemed useless.
On February 27th, every military member who had worked with Daysi lined up outside the veterinary clinic while a police procession played sirens that could be heard throughout the entire base.
I feel feelings. My dog is getting old and he’s starting to get these weird softball-esque bumps on his body that serves as a foreboding warning sign that the end may be near. I’m going to fucking lose it. I won’t come to work for two weeks. My boss doesn’t know that, but he should be editing this anyway so he’ll soon find out.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to wipe the snot off my chin, dim the lights and pop this into my VCR.
[H/T LADbible]