His friends he loved. His fellest earthly foes—
Cats—I believe he did but feign to hate.
My hand will miss the insinuated nose,
Mine eyes the tail that wagg'd contempt at Fate.
-"An Epitaph," William Watson
From Praise of the Dog: An Anthology, Ethel E. Bicknell, ed. (New York: E.P. Dutton & Co., 1902) p. 207. This book has a few pages at the very end headed, "To the Memory of Faithful Dogs," where blank columns offer you the chance to list "Name," "Born," "Died," and - this last column so wide it takes up its own page - "Virtues."
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3 comments:
"Cats - I believe SHE did but feign to hate".
I think that's me (but don't tell anyone).
Love and licks, Winnie
Aww, very sweet.
Such economical phrasing - "the insinuated nose". Love it.
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