The best friend that a man can have in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. The son or daughter he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest, 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 the most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill considered action.
The people who are prone to fall upon their knees to do us honour when success is with us, may be the first to thow a stone of malice when failure settles its clouds upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, is 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 poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintery winds blow and the 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 encounters and 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, where 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 will go with him. And when the last scene of all comes - no matter if all other friends pursue their way - there will be the noble dog be found; his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true - even in death.
 Sweet Smartcat · Sat Jul 11, 2009 @ 02:47am · 0 Comments |
