Skip to comments.Dog Wonít Leave Fallen Navy SEALís Side (Video)
Posted on 08/23/2011 11:18:49 PM PDT by South40
Navy SEAL Jon Tumilson had a very close friend in his life his dog, Hawkeye. Tumilson, a former San Diego resident, was killed August 6 in the Chinook helicopter crash that also claimed the lives of 29 other American servicemembers.
Tumilsons funeral was on Friday in Rockford, Iowa at Rockford Senior High. Hawkeye was one of the 1,500 souls who attended. As you can see by the gut-wrenching photo on the right, Hawkeye refused to leave his masters side during the service.
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For a grizzeled ol vet, I surely am having a hard time seeing these pictures. May this wonderful, selfless, Seal rest in peace and may his dog be healed of his broken heart.
My heart is broken right along with that beautiful dog’s heart. :’(
I love the loyalty animals show for their owners. It’s sad many people can’t be as loyal for even small things like their own word.
‘Gentleman of the Jury:
The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy.
His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful.
Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom
we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith.
The money that a man has he may lose.
It flies away from him, perhaps, when he needs it most.
A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in the moment of ill-considered action.
The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles it’s cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog.
A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty, in health and sickness.
He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side.
He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world.
He guards the sleep of his pauper master, as if he were a prince.
When all other friends desert, he remains.
When the riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is constant in his love as the sun in it’s journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that he accompany him, to guard
against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in it’s embrace, and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.’
Senator Vest, 1870
You just ~had~ to do that, didn’t you.......
But this young man WAS loyal... “Faithful unto death” is the technical term. His dog’s the same way. We have many such young men and women. Sad thing is the despicable scumsuckers they’re forced to report to nowadays. The ones who run their mouths and give away information which then enables our enemies to lie in wait to ambush our finest young men. I say “young” quite q bit because, to my tired old eyes they’re no more than children, way, WAY too young to be out fighting our enemies. God bless his family, and the families of all those who died in this incident. May these warriors rest in peace.
Those photos are out of focus.
My heart breaks.
RIP Jon. You must have been a wonderful person to have such a faithful friend.
Hawkeye, I’m sorry your physical master is no longer here to give you hugs and treats. God Bless you and keep you.
OK, if you were crying about the dog being adopted, you are going to fall apart at this one. I am bawling.
so very sad...but what a wonderful testimony of a faithful, loyal friend.
Animals just know...
What the hell is this suppose to mean?
My parents were both champion trap shooters. At their level, they constantly interacted with and competed against the military.
One of their close friends was killed in combat in the Middle East. He left behind a Weimaraner that also refused to leave his master's side when he returned home and was laid to rest. Shortly after the funeral, which my parents drove halfway across the country to attend, they learned that the dog had been bequeathed to them in the soldier's will.
Suzy lived out her life as their house pet, in a rural community where she could run free and work an occasional pheasant hunt. She went to every trap shoot my parents attended, where she patiently followed them down the line, and broke the hearts of everyone who knew her story.
Suzy was a marvelous animal ... in my parents opinion, the finest dog they ever knew.
Quiet, gentle, loyal ... and dearly loved by all.
Our beloved animal friends... they mourn, too.
Wow. No other words.
Heartbreaking. We owe this animal and all family members to not let up until they have answers as to what happened.
I remember that pic from a few years ago. It’s the wife of a soldier who stayed with him until his burial.
Oh, My. (That’s a 3 tissue alert)
Rest in peace, Jon. Thank you for your service.
Thank you Mr & Mrs. Tumilson for raising an outstanding young man.
I am curious to know how the dog knew he was in the casket. He had to have been embalmed.
That is such a beautiful picture.
Godspeed Iowa boy.
The wife of a fallen Marine.
I wonder that too, because I’ve seen this before. Maybe the clothing or other possessions placed inside? Or it’s possible the embalming fluid doesn’t completely cover the spectrum of odor that dogs can distinguish. (like when smugglers try to cover up the smell of drugs from drug-sniffing dogs - doesn’t fool the dogs)
There’s not much in human circles that tops the loyalty of a dog. Prayers up for our fallen and may we honor their memories and NEVER forget them!
Wife of a MARINE.
“There comes a time in the life of every human when he or she must decide to risk ‘his life, his fortune, and his sacred honor’ on an outcome dubious. Those who fail the challenge are merely overgrown children, can never be anything else.” Heinlein
Every time I’ve seen that picture and even when I tried to describe it to some people, I couldn’t stop my eyes from watering or keep from getting choked up...just like right now...
Why so nasty?
It’s obvious. Even I didn’t KNOW what it actually is, but figured it’s a real pix of a real HUMAN staying with a lost MIL person.
Nice story and beautiful dog. Thanks for sharing.
Although the records are incomplete, there is even strong evidence that Seaman was loyal to his master unto death. According to Timothy Alden's multiple volume history, A Collection of American Epitaphs and Inscriptions with Occasional Notes (5 vols.), after Lewis' tragic and violent death in 1809, Seaman remained at Lewis' grave until he himself died:
"The fidelity and attachment of this animal were remarkable. After the melancholy exit of Gov. Lewis, his dog would not depart for a moment from his lifeless remains; and when they were deposited in the earth no gentle means could draw him from the spot of interment. He refused to take every kind of food, which was offered him, and actually pined away and died with grief upon his master's grave!" (vol. 5, p. 98). Loyalty: Lesson in a Dog's Life
Had I passed before my Timber, I suspect he would have reacted very much the same. If my Ranger were brought to my graveside, he would view the fresh dirt as an invitation to find out just exactly what was worth burying there ;-)
My screen just got all blurry. sniff.
It’s a photo from “Final Salute” about the Marines that bring home their own. It is the pregnant wife of a deceased Marine, sleeping at the side of the casket the night before the burial.
THe phenomenom of certain dogs remaining by the casket, or by the grave site, or at the train station has been reported so often that you have to believe that it is a real occurance. You have to wonder how the dog knows.
Do you remember the story about the lady whose daughter put her into a nursing home some miles from where either of them previously lived? The daughter took the dog to her house (I think the dog was a Blue Heeler) and when she and her husband were out to dinner, the dog scaled a 6 ft. fence and took 2 days to make it to the nursing home. He then circled the home until he found the mother’s window and sat underneath and barked.
The dog had never been there before and had been transported from the mother’s house directly to the daughter’s house (many miles away) and had never made a detour to the rest home, but somehow he found it. How?
As I remember, the nursing home staff allowed the dog to stay. I think that I saw this story on “Animal Miracles” which used to be a show on Animal Planet narrated by Allen Thicke.
That photo is from a few years ago. A fallen soldiers
wife would not leave her husbands side. It’s a very
Ping for later
The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. ... .
Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains of one
Who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices.
This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery
If inscribed over human ashes,
Is but a just tribute to the Memory of
BOATSWAIN, a DOG
Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803,
And died at Newstead, Nov 18th, 1808.
When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rest below:
When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been:
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his master's own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth:
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power,
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit!
By nature vile, ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye! who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on --- it honours none you wish to mourn:
To mark a friend's remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one, --- and here he lies.
--George Gordon Noel, 6th Baron Byron [Lord Byron, who intended that he would be laid to rest beside his greatest friend, and so the other panel of the monument was left blank for Byron's epitaph. It did not turn out that way, and the panel remains blank.]
Why should it surprise us that an utterly special young troop would have an utterly faithful dog?
God bless and save them both.
If you start posting Kipling, I’m gonna cry all day.
(thanks though...it was beautiful)...:]