I can’t think of anything that brings me closer to tears than when old Dax, after trying to play with the young dogs, limps away from her comfy soft bed and comes to where I am sitting, puts her head in my lap, a leg over my knee and closes her eyes and goes back to sleep. I simply don’t know what I have done to deserve this kind of friend. 

Anatole France said, ” until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened”.