he loves you.
he's got bette davis eyes.
On a moonlit field after a battle, Napoleon Bonaparte, on finding a dog beside the body of his dead master, licking his face and howling:"This soldier, I realized, must have had friends at home and in his regiment; yet he lay there deserted by all except his dog. I looked on, unmoved, at battles which decided the future of nations.Tearless, I had given orders which brought death to thousands. Yet here I was stirred, profoundly stirred, stirred to tears. And by what? By the grief of one dog."
Oh Billy that gave me goose bumps...I am sharing it. It needs to be shared!
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