Argos, the dog of Odysseus, waited 20 years for his master to return home.

We don't deserve dogs

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Argos, the dog of Odysseus, waited 20 years for his master to return home.

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and when the door opened...




























He ran out & was never seen again

If I remember correctly, Odysseus couldn't even greet Argos because he was in disguise. Argos recognized him anyway, like a good boy would.

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My 13 tear old Boston passed two weeks ago. My daughter came home from school and found him lying down and barely moving. I rushed home to see him and he passed the second I sat down and held him. I know he held out to see me one last time.

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Damn dude.

Hachiko

Hachiko waited every day for the rest of his life
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Dogs deserve a one way ticket to heaven.

I no the feeling, I lost my best friend the day after Christmas I still can’t believe he is gone he was not even 8years yet a few days short. Came out of no where he was running acts acting like he was 6months old went swimming brought him home he looked sore I assumed it was good, he laid down and could t not get up to eat dinner or drink water I thought ok I need to bring him to vet he must have pulled his hammy or hip or something. He couldn’t get up in the morning and I noticed blood on the dog bed and I started to lose it. I picked his 135lb butt up loaded him up and drove 45min to the vet. They told me what I suspected internal bleeding cancer had eaten his spleen and organs. Some organs burst and they could not do anything. Said I was looking at 10k in surgery and he may not live through it and probably won’t live more the 30days.

I made my decision to not do it. I regret that a lot but I no I would be upside down rn with that. I have had people die in my hands and nothing was this hard or effected me the same way. I’m still not over it and have not opened his ashes or death box or what ever it is with paw prints and collar it breaks my heart. I’m sorry man I no what you are feeling

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. I know he held out to see me one last time.

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My childhood dog was a toward the end of his days when I was in college. I went to my parents house one afternoon and he was just standing and struggling to breathe. I tried to get him to lay down and get comfortable but when he would lay down his breathing worsened. My Dad got home shortly after and we sat on the couch with him and he passed in our arms.
I think he stood up all day, laboring to breathe, just to see us again to tell us bye.

I’ve heard the story, but never seen the movie. Guess I will now.