When I was a kid I purchased a book called "The Faithful Friend". One of my
favorite selections is titled "All The Good Dogs" by George and Helen
Papashvily. I am sending this in the memory of Trold, and all the good
"What purpose did they serve, all the good dogs that once ran through the
world and wait now in the shadowy quiet of the past?
They lightened our burdens and drove away our enemies and stayed when others
left us. They gave aid and comfort, protection and security. They held a
mirror wherein we might see ourselves as we long to be. They gave us a
glimpse of the world beyond the narrow confines of our own species.
Although we make dull students, slowly they help us learn how to command and
to protect with wisdom and justice and imaginiation.
They taught and still teach us the joy of giving generosity and kindness and
love-without thought of gainful return.
And now-all the fleet hounds, the staunch mastiffs, the loyal shepherds, the
dancing toys, the fumbling puppies, pets on silk pillows, workers plodding at
their tasks, the special ones you loved best, those of ours we still miss-all
the good dogs, goodbye, until on some brighter day, in some fairer place you
run out again to greet us."