I BROKE DOWN SAYING GOODBYE TO MY K-9 PARTNER

I never cried—not when shot on duty, not when my marriage ended, not when Dad died. But tonight, with my K-9 partner Rex dying in my lap, tears flowed. He’d saved my life, found kids, taken down suspects—braver than most. “You did good,” I whispered as his tail thumped weakly.

Next day, at the vet with retired sergeant Millie, Rex passed peacefully in my arms. Later, I learned a teen he’d saved now runs a youth center. I’ll volunteer there, honoring Rex’s legacy of courage by helping kids. Loss hurts, but living their impact keeps them alive. Share this hope.