"Oh, I have been thankful often in my life, deeply thankful, but never more deeply than when I found that man was in. Together we carried my unhappy little dog to the operating table, where, quieter by then, he lay as he was put, his eyes fixed on me to whom, strong and well, he had paid so little heed. In this last dreadful moment I was his only hope--and what a hope! Somebody who could do nothing for him except stroke his poor head and whisper, desperate for the vet to be quick and end such sufferings, "You'll soon be better, darling--soon be better ..." He" --