The story about the helicopter crash in Afghanistan is tragic in its own right, of course, but the account of one petty officer's dog, who walked up to his casket at the funeral, sighed, and plopped down on the floor. . . well, I don't have much more to say about it.
Other than, of course, that I can't wait to see mine wag his entire body on the way from the living room to the front door when I walk through later this afternoon, jumping on me to welcome me home.