The shepherd barked at the coffin of its owner and trampled the flowers: when the coffin was opened, those present were horrified
The day of the funeral arrived, and the funeral procession slowly moved to the cemetery. Among those who came was the officer’s family, with whom he had not spoken for almost five years. They had flown in from far away that morning. His colleagues were already waiting for them at the coffin – fellow soldiers, officers in strict uniforms. And next to them, with his head down and a heavy look, walked a dog – a German shepherd named Max.
Max was not just a pet. He was the deceased officer’s partner, a service dog who had gone through dozens of operations with him. When the warehouse was robbed, where the officer died under strange circumstances, Max was nearby. From that day on, he barely ate, did not play, just stared into space and whined.
Now he was sitting at the soldiers’ feet, right next to the coffin, strewn with bright flowers. People were crying quietly.
And suddenly Max stood up. His ears perked up, his nose buried in the edge of the coffin. He sniffed the lid, then jerked back sharply, growled… and barked loudly. This was not an ordinary bark. People shuddered. Several officers rushed to the dog, thinking that he had lost control of his emotions.
“Take him away,” one of the women whispered.
The dog rushed toward the coffin, squealing, scratching its paws on the wooden lid.
The shepherd barked at the owner’s coffin and trampled the flowers: when the coffin was opened, those present were horrified.
The commander, standing nearby, frowned. He knew this dog. Max never barked for no reason.
“Open the coffin,” he said decisively.
“What? Why?” — the relatives protested.
— OPEN.
When the lid was slowly lifted, silence fell over the cemetery. For a second, everyone froze… and then a loud cry of horror was heard. Continued in the first comment 👇👇
The shepherd barked at the owner’s coffin and trampled the flowers: when the coffin was opened, those present were horrified
The person in the coffin was not the same.
Not the same at all. A strange face, a strange uniform, a strange body. It was someone else.
Max growled quietly, but with relief — it was not his owner. He was right.
It turned out later that a fatal mistake had been made in the morgue: they mixed up the tags. The bodies of two men — the deceased officer and the civilian — arrived almost simultaneously, and in a hurry, one was given out instead of the other.
The officer’s real body was found a day later in another hall. He was buried correctly — and with honor.
The shepherd barked at the owner’s coffin and trampled the flowers: when the coffin was opened, those present were horrified
Max was with him until the end.
