Friday, 11 March 2011
Dog lovers brought their pets in tow as they lined the streets of Wootton Bassett yesterday to pay their respects to an Army dog handler and his Springer spaniel who died in Afghanistan.
Hundreds of mourners lined the main street through the Wiltshire town to honour Lance Corporal Liam Tasker, of the Royal Army Veterinary Corps, who was shot while on patrol in Helmand province, Afghanistan on March 1.
The crowds were swelled by family pets and a dozen police and Prison Service dogs at the repatriation ceremony for the 26-year-old soldier, whose dog Theo died from a seizure three hours after his master was killed. L/Cpl Tasker’s family said they believe the dog died from a broken heart.
The body of L/Cpl Tasker, from Kirkcaldy, Fife, and the ashes of Theo had earlier been flown back to RAF Lyneham in the same aircraft. L/Cpl Tasker was the subject of the repatriation ceremony but Theo’s ashes will be presented in private to his family.
A Ministry of Defence Official told the Swindon Advertiser “A dog can not be repatriated, but they will be returned to the UK on the same day, in the same plane,” They can define the tribute paid yesterday how they think best. We know what it was.
As my colleague Christina McIntosh said when we discussed the New Zealand press report here, there is a rapport of dogs and humans, which Muslim sharia denies and forbids. Muslims hate dogs, but we non-Muslims fight against the Jihad with Man's (and Woman's) Best Friend trotting at our side.
Photograph from Daily Mail.
Posted on 03/11/2011 6:58 AM by Esmerelda Weatherwax
11 Mar 2011
What a very touching story.
When a child I had a dog named Fred, and when my dad died rather prematurely, he grabbed one of my dad's slippers and then went under one of the lving room chairs and remained there for two days with his chin resting on it.
Nothing we did or offered would make him to come out.
11 Mar 2011
From Carmen Bernos de Gasztold, 'Prayers from the Ark':
The Prayer of the Dog.
Seigneur, je veille.
Si je n'etais pas la, qui garderait leur maison?
Qui leur serait fidele?
Il n'y a que vous et moi pour comprendre ce qu'est la fidelite.
Ils me disent, "Bon chien! brave chien!"
Moi je prends leurs caresses
Et les vieux os qu'ils me jettent.
Et j'ai l'air content!
Ils croient tellement me faire plaisir!
Je prends aussi les coups de pieds quand ils arrivent.
Tout cela n'a pas d'importance.
Moi je veille!
Ne permettez pas que je meure avant que pour eux
Tout danger soit ecarte".
As translated by Rumer Godden:
"Lord, I keep watch!
If I am not here, who will guard their house?
Watch over their sheep?
**No one but You and I understands what faithfulness is** (my emphasis - CM).
'They call me. 'Good dog! Nice dog!'
I take their pats and the old bones they throw me and I seem pleased.
They really believe they make me happy.
I take kicks too when they come my way.
None of that matters.
I keep watch!
Lord, do not let me die until, for them, all danger is driven away".