HE WOULDN’T LEAVE THE CASKET—NOT UNTIL HE COULD SMELL THE TRUTH
Four days of pacing, whining, and refusing to leave the front door. But today, they let him ride in the patrol car one last time. He jumped in like he knew where they were going. The ceremony was quiet, respectful. Badges polished, flags folded perfectly. I stood at the back, not fully part of the…