People take pictures of a man carrying his own wife during the earthquake and think that it is fidelity... then what kind of feeling is it for a puppy to protect his beloved with his tender body among the howling traffic... Feelings are equal, without high or low, superior or inferior. We have the same feelings, but we just don't know how to understand them... or we disdain to understand them... Choose a farmhouse, dig a foot of clean soil under the shade of the trees in the backyard. He stood by and watched us bury his beloved...