This morning at 11am, God called home a wonderful man, Father Louis Cochram Ashley. He was a fixture here in Chaparral for a long time, he was an animal lover who carried a shovel in his trunk to bury the unfortunate victims of vehicles. He would stop and take their bodies off the road and bury them, if they had a collar with a phone number he would call that number to let them know what had happened to their furry family member. Before being ordained in the Church of England he was a member of the Royal Marines, when he left here a few years ago he left Steven his sidearm that he carried protecting the Queen and her family. Father Ashley led a church in El Paso, TX for many years, and he always had time to listen to anyone who needed to talk. He presided over the funerals of many of my friends, he counseled me through many of the roughest times of my life even as his leukemia raged through his system. He worked with Steven to help him understand why some things happen, and why we learn and go on, and that some friends are just meant to die young. When Steven needed to talk to a Chaplain during basic training he was allowed to call Father Ashley, and when I couldn't help my son he helped me understand why. Every year at this time he got me through my victim's impact statement, this time on the 24th I'll do it alone. Father Ashley couldn't stand to see an animal suffer, from a pigeon to a donkey, a dog, cat, rat, hamster, he didn't care. He ran himself almost bankrupt paying vet bills and buying feed and supplies, he housed many animals on his acreage. They were all clean, healthy, shots up to date, but he was a victim of a witch hunt, called a hoarder, his animals were taken and most of them destroyed except for those that were taken by the evil ones leading the pack. For this reason he left his church, Chaparral, and his friends and moved back to Clovis, NM where he had lived years before. During the last two years he wouldn't allow anyone to see him as his leukemia was out of remission and he was growing thinner and unhelathier by the day. I like to think that when he got to the Rainbow Bridge this morning that every animal and human that he loved and loved him were waiting there to greet him and walk him over the bridge. When Father Ashley left here, he left with me his beloved Beagle, Sir Elliot. Elliot will be 28 years old on his next birthday and Father Ashley didn't want him subjected to the colder winters in Clovis. I don't know how much longer it will be until Elliot meets his beloved Father Ashley at the Rainbow Bridge, but the reunion will be a joyous one. I wanted everyone to know about Father Louis Cochram Ashley because this morning this Earth and all of God's creatures lost one of the only pure-hearted, loving, human beings.