He would perk up his ears and look around at the mention of Buddy's name. He didn' t eat well, and spent hours howling in evident despair. Buddy could read my moods and gestures, and knew exactly how to respond. When Buddy suspected a stranger's motives, he warned me of that, too. Gladys Taber, a favorite author and chronicler of country life, was devoted to dogs.
Dogs have none, they purely love.
A dog figures you can really do no wrong, though you may be misguided now and then. For me, I would never wish to return to a home that had no wildly wagging tail at the door. They have the will to live and live as happily as possible. They can die of grief, but prefer not to. To really deserve the love of a dog is a good goal.