moosmom
10-15-2006, 10:08 AM
I'm reading a book called "The Loss of a Pet" by Wallace Sife, Ph.D In it is a speech made by the late Senator Vest of Missouri, in the 1870 trial of a man who wantonly shot a dog belonging to a neighbor. Senator Vest represented the plaintiff, who was asking $200 in damages. After 2 minutes of deliberation, the jury awarded him $500.
"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 out 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 firecely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will k iss 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 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.
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To me, THAT describes how I feel about MY pets, even though they are cats.
Friends and acquaintances may come and go, but our faithful, loyal pets remain, through thick and thin. Their bond unbreakable, their love unconditional.
So I dedicate this thread to ALL Pet Talk pets.
"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 out 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 firecely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will k iss 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 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.
************************************************** *****
To me, THAT describes how I feel about MY pets, even though they are cats.
Friends and acquaintances may come and go, but our faithful, loyal pets remain, through thick and thin. Their bond unbreakable, their love unconditional.
So I dedicate this thread to ALL Pet Talk pets.