Tuesday, September 14, 2010

  
There is one place to bury a dog. If you bury him in this spot he will come to you when you call – come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death and down the well-remembered path and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall not growl at him or resent his coming, for he belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see no slightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who never really had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth knowing.
The one good place to bury a dog is in the heart of his master.

Answer to the question: “Where Shall I Bury My Dog?" Editorial, Ontario Newspaper, circa 1900

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