Eulogy on the DogThe 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 in poverty, in health
and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry
winds blow and 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 riches take wings and
reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in
its journey through the heavens, friendless and homeless, the faithful
dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard
against danger, to fight against his enemies; and when the last scene of
all comes and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid
away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their
way, there, by his graveside, will the noble dog be found, his head
between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful
and true even to death.
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