“Look!” he cried, staring with unbelieving eyes.
Rusty, almost through the gates of death, had heard the anguished cry of the mistress he worshipped. Death was beckoning imperatively to him, but the brave little heart would not surrender. His glazed yes opened and his hot, dry tongue went out in a feeble attempt to lick the tears away from the cheeks he loved. Colonel S.P. Meek, Rusty: A Cocker Spaniel”