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EULOGY OF THE DOG
Gentlemen of the jury,the best friend of man in this world may turn against him and become his enemy.His son or daughter whom 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 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 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 it's clouds upon our heads.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-his dog.
Gentlemen of the jury,a mans dog stands with him in prosperity and in poverty,in health and sickness.He will sleep on the cold ground,where the winds blow and the snow drives fiercely,if only he can be near his masters side.He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer,he will lick the wounds and sores that come in the encounter with the roughness of the world.He guards the sleep of his pauper masters 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 it's 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 his 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 G. VEAST(1830-1904)
