Thursday, September 03, 2015

About a dog.

Sandy (the Gibneys' pooch) Brutus Maximus, Grace Jones, Zeus, Diva and all my other canine and feline friends welcome you warmly to your new life.
A thought about a dog: 
This soldier, I realized, must have had friends at home and in his regiment; yet he lay there deserted by all except his dog. I looked on, unmoved, at battles which decided the future of nations. Tearless, I had given orders which brought death to thousands. Yet here I was stirred, profoundly stirred, stirred to tears. And by what? By the grief of one dog. 
Napoleon Bonaparte, on finding a dog beside the body of his dead master, licking his face and howling, on a moonlit field after a battle. Napoleon was haunted by this scene until his own death.

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