The best friend a man has in this world may turn againts him. His son and daughter that he has reared with loving care may become ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our hapiness and good name, may become traitors to our faith. The money that man has he may loose. It flies away from him when he may need it most. Manís reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees and do us honour 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 absolute unselfish friend a man may have in this selfish world, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is the dog. A manís dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty, in health and in sickness. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He will sleep on the cold ground when the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his masterís side. 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 as his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth as outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him againts danger, to fight againts 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 his graveside, will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, and his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true, even unto death.
... Author Unknown