Posted on 11/08/2010 9:40:48 AM PST by RobinMasters
Wayne Giroux’s family sure misses him after he was killed by a drunk driver this summer. But there’s also someone else who misses Wayne — his dog Spot.
From WFAA-TV:
It’s hard to tell who misses Wayne more… Paul or the dog.
At the same time, every day, Spot hangs around this quiet country road waiting for Wayne to come home.
“I have no doubt that‘s what she’s waiting for,” Paul said. “It breaks my heart every time I go over there.”
Twice a day, Spot leaves her post when Paul looks in on her. But he knows it’s not him the dog really wants to see.
“If you can ever find anything that loves you that much, it’s the most precious gift in the world,” he said.
It’s possible, one day, Spot might give up. But Paul doesn’t think so.
Around here, friends are for a lifetime.
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It reminds me of this. :)
Something is wrong with this post it made my screen go all bleary.
Makes me wish I wasn’t allergic to dogs.
I had an uncle that dropped dead in his living room. The dog was there. My aunt had to get rid of the dog because was very reluctant to move from the spot where his master fell, and it became a constant reminder, not to mention a big pain for her to try to get the dog to do anything.
Does this merit a Doggie Ping?
One of the hardest tasks that every dog owner has, is to try to be worthy of the love his dog has for him.
So true. The love of a dog, or in somecases a special cat or horse is a wonderful thing. I have been lucky enough in my life to have had that love.
My wife has allergies to dogs, too. The answer was for her to have dogs that do not shed hair. In her case, it was poodles, the small ones. There are several others, too, I know that the First Dog, Bo, is one that does not shed, either. Look around with that in mind. Good luck!
I’m allergic and, based on some advice, I got a Samoyed. She’s definitely “hypoallergenic”, and the best dog anyone could ever have, except for our American Eskimo...they are equally the best dogs anyone could have. We’ve been blessed to have the two of them.
Personally, I’d prefer something around the 30-lb weight.
“Gentlemen of the jury: The best friend 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 the most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed 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.
Gentlemen of the jury: 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 hand that has 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 scene of all comes, and death takes the 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, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death.”
-—George Grahm Vest
My parents told me a story that happened years ago in a coal mining region of Pennsylvania. The owner died and his dog stayed very close to him during the in-home wake and even walked with the family during the funeral procession. The dog then continued to rest at the owner’s grave. The remaining family would take the dog home but he would escape as soon as he could to go back to the graveyard. The dog eventually froze to death overnight and he was found on the owner’s grave. Not sure if it is an urban myth since my family told me the name of the owner. Sad story and reminds of us how much we attach to dogs and them to us. Just a thought.
I just gave my little fella Poo Bear a plate of chicken. Right after I cleared my blurry screen.
I have an American Eskimo. This is my second one and they are so sweet and loving. They view the family as their possession and it is their duty to protect us.
“They view the family as their possession and it is their duty to protect us.”
My Australian Shepherds certainly think so - plus, I harvest enough dog hair every few weeks to knit a new dog.
Lord, help me to be the person my dog thinks I am.
one of the most revered Japanese Akitas of all time. He was born in 1923 and was owned by Professor Eizaburo Ueno of Tokyo. Professor Ueno lived near the Shibuya Train Station in a suburb of the city and commuted to work every day on the train. Hachi-Ko accompanied his master to and from the station each day.For anyone interested, Dog Man by Martha Sherrill tells the history of the Akita breed. At the end of WWII, there were only three alive. The breed was revived largely through the dedication and work of Morie Sawataishi.
On May 25, 1925, when the dog was 18 months old, he waited for his master's arrival on the four o'clock train. But he waited in vain; Professor Ueno had suffered a fatal stroke at work. Hachi-Ko continued to wait for his master's return. He traveled to and from the station each day for the next nine years. He allowed the professor's relatives to care for him, but he never gave up the vigil at the station for his master. His vigil became world renowned, and shortly after his death, a bronze statue was erected at the train station in his honor. Then, in 1931, The Akita was officially declared a Japanese Natural Monument. The Mayor of Odate City in the Akita Prefecture organized the Akita Inu Hozankai to preserve the original Akita as a national treasure through careful breeding.
“The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, 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 when the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only to 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 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 wing, and
reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
“If fortune drives his master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege that that of accompanying him against danger, to fight against his enemies.
And when that last scene 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.”
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