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Dog Holds Vigil Over Master’s Grave For 6 Years – He Found the Gravesite On His Own

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  1. FreeMan & Sarah on Vacation

    September 14th, 2012

    My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
    My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
    The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
    From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
    Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
    But I, with mournful tread,
    Walk the deck my Captain lies,
    Fallen cold and dead. (Walt Whitman) for those who do not know.

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  2. Mountain Dog

    September 14th, 2012

    Dogs are one of God’s greatest gifts to mankind. They can feel your emotions, they are loyal beyond the capabilities of any human, and I am sure there are a lot of things we will never understand about their abilities. They do feel love and they give love freely.
    I want my dog buried next to me. With a bigger headstone.

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  3. NoMoBo

    September 14th, 2012

    Very nice, Mountain Dog. I agree.

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  4. FreeMan & Sarah on Vacation

    September 14th, 2012

    Let this be a clear example to those who think animals have no soul.

    If he is waiting for his friend in life he will be waiting for him in death too.

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  5. Richard 654

    September 14th, 2012

    Damn onions. Always gettin’ in my eyes.

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  6. Richard 654

    September 14th, 2012

    Dogs have souls. And if they don’t, I don’t want to know.

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  7. conservative cowgirl

    September 14th, 2012

    That poor, sweet, loyal dog. Darn it, there go the tears…

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  8. Mountain Dog

    September 14th, 2012

    Here’s one that made this big man cry:

    http://www.theblaze.com/stories/heart-wrenching-image-dog-keeps-watch-over-fallen-seals-casket-during-funeral/

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  9. Corona

    September 14th, 2012

    Dogs are special that way, but every domesticated and intelligent animal has a certain ‘connect’ with people. To kind people that is, not to full skull-fucking brain-dead corpses. I think we all know the peeps who fit in That category. Mmm mmm mmm.

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  10. Skorpion

    September 15th, 2012

    Google “Greyfriars Bobby” for THE most famous story like this.

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  11. Skorpion

    September 15th, 2012

    The reverse: a dog speaks to its master from beyond the grave…

    The House Dog’s Grave (Haig, an English bulldog)

    I’ve changed my ways a little; I cannot now
    Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
    Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment,
    You see me there.

    So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
    Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
    And you’d soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
    The marks of my drinking-pan.

    I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
    On the warm stone,
    Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the night through
    I lie alone.

    But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
    Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
    And where you sit to read–and I fear often grieving for me–
    Every night your lamplight lies on my place.

    You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
    To think of you ever dying
    A little dog would get tired, living so long.
    I hope than when you are lying

    Under the ground like me your lives will appear
    As good and joyful as mine.
    No, dear, that’s too much hope: you are not so well cared for
    As I have been.

    And never have known the passionate undivided
    Fidelities that I knew.
    Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided. . . .
    But to me you were true.

    You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
    I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
    To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
    I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.

    Robinson Jeffers, 1941

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