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In tribute to To my dog ROCKYThanks to Claude |
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| A dog, my child, is tenderness on four legs, a heart that beats only for you under a quivering coat. It's an overwhelming gaze that clings to yours to seal a definitive pact of loyalty. It's the permanent forgiveness of offenses, and the oblivion of suffering. Unconditional self-giving. It's an attentive presence, a brain that understands, an instinct that foresees, a perception that guesses. It's humble submission in the face of constraint. A tenderness that seeks support. It's the bank of the heart that never fails. The sum of virtues that men have forgotten. The discreet assurance of a presence. The certainty of total participation in joy and sorrow. A dog is what's left when all else fails. It's the reflection of a holiness lost on earth. It is the trust that cannot condemn, simply because it loves. It is the expression of God's goodness, who has taken this animal to let the world know that it exists. The dog is a shadow of pain that wanders between the graves in search of its lost master. My child, you see, the dog is an immense love that survives death, and this animal needs a lot of kindness. Let's learn to understand him. To the dog who can't lie, let's open our homes and our hearts. It's a charity that pays off, because there are no contraindications. |
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