Dogs come into our life to live with us. They don't go away, if there are difficulties, and if after all everything is all right they look at us with this special expression in their eyes. They do it until their last breath. Perhaps they see us from the beginning what we really are: faulty and imperfect people. People, which they have choosen itself at the same manner. A dog decides for the rest of his life. He doesn't ask if he wants to grow older with us. He's still doing it. His love, when we have deserved it, is absolut.

Picasso