My neighbor owned a big bulldog for many years before the owner died. He was buried only a quarter mile from his home. As I passed the gravesite everyday, for several days after the funeral, I could see the bulldog lying on his master's freshly covered grave with his head always down, as if in mourning. A family member finally came and got the dog and took him to their home.

There is much we do not know about the bond between a dog and his master.

SRH

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