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It looks like I passed the deadline, again. I can't even think of an opening message with all the terrible things happening in the world - Berkeley burned, Miles Davis, Redd Fox, and Gene Rodenbury dead, my boss returned from vacation. . ..
So, I will start you off with someone else's words.
This is from an impassioned plea by a Missouri lawyer seeking to recover damages for the killing of his client's dog.
"The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. . . The money that a man has he may lose. . . 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. . . Gentlemen of the jury, a man's dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty, in health and sickness. . . When all other friends desert, he remains. . . When the last scene of all comes and Death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away, 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 unto death."
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