The funeral was almost over. Silence filled the room, broken only by soft sobs, as a polished coffin rested at the front. Sitting at its foot was Rex, a loyal German Shepherd in a black police vest — the partner of fallen officer Danil. The attendees were there to pay their respects and bid farewell. The atmosphere was heavy with grief, the air thick with unspoken sorrow.
Rex didn’t howl. He didn’t whimper.
But he didn’t sit still either. His behavior drew a few curious glances. At first, there was a faint moan, as if he sensed something was wrong. Everyone assumed it was grief, a canine expression of the heartbreak that hung over the room.
