The attached is a journal article I wrote recently based on Lord Byron's epitaph, written when he was a 17-year-old, on the death of his dog 'Boatswain'. You may find it thought-provoking.
I'll always remember visiting Newstead Abbey, near Nottingham, with my grandparents who lived very close to the Abbey. I don't remember how old I was when I first saw the memorial to Boatswain, but I do remember being moved by these words:
'Near this Spot are deposited the Remains of one
who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolance,
Courage without Ferocity,
and all the Virtues of Man without his Vices.'
Boatswain was born in Newfoundland in 1803 and died in Newstead 1808.
Thank you Bryan,thank you Susan to put Byron's lines here.I wanted to put them then I found your insert.
The lines speak about dogs,about their nature,but they speak about us human.No need to translate,no need for explanation......who understand it we like their friendship,who don't,never mind.Nobody can learn it ,we must feel it.
Greetngs to you and your dad and of course hugs to your irish!