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I always shed a tear at this passage. I have loved and lost more wonderful dogs here in Lundu than I can number. Drivers on the highway make a sport of killing dogs. To the Malays, dogs are as hated as pigs. In the Greek, I have noted that Homer gives Argos a hero's death in the language. I ancient times, Dayaks hunted pigs with dogs and spears. A dog that died gored by a boar was considered a hero. I think of that every time I face the melancholy task of burying a dog.

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Yes we all have our own experience of grief. Yours sounds quite intense!

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My own Argos was a noble beast. Loyal and gentle, ever-tolerant of ear-pulling toddlers. A vigorous chaser of squirrels who unerringly matched his pace to the shuffling gait of the frail classicist, my father, who named him. Argos, you lived up to your illustrious name.

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I lost a dog, well, one years older — have been meaning to write about this. Have been unable to find the time. Meaning screw up the courage.

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My family's first dog was named Argo after him 🥲

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When Odysseus’ dog dies you know he’s going to open up an amphora of whup ass.

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I remember trying to write an alternative version of Argos's death scene where he died confused and sad, not understanding why Odysseus didn't come to say hello to him. :'(

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too sad!

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