tribute to the dog

The best friend a man has today may become his best enemy tomorrow. His children that he has reared with loving care may turn out to be ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us and those whom we trust with our happiness may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has may be lost one day. It may flies away from him especially when he needs it most. Those who definitely will fall on their knees to do us honor when success is within our reach may be the first to throw the stone of malice upon our f ace when failure settle its cloud upon our heads.
The absolute unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that is never ungrateful, the one that will never desert him 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, lying beside his master. He will kiss the hands that have no food to offer; he licks the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of its pauper master as if he were a prince. When other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, the dog his as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master to the extent of being homeless and friendless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guide him against danger to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his 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 the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.