Eulogy for Our Dogs

I am a dog person and have a dog friend named  Storm. To my sorrow,he was hit by a car a couple weeks ago and died.I lost my best friend forever.......I dont know if you ever read this essay,but i want to write it down,for the people who love dogs,who listen to their dogs,who can really understand their dogs.

                                      Eulogy for Our Dogs

     The best fri end a man has in this 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 sacrifice in a 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 its cloud upon our heads.

    The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and 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 the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hands that have no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters 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.

    If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, 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 thing comes, and death takes the master in his 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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So from now on ,care for your dogs and listening to them. They give you love and also need your love......

I MISS MT STORM