The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect, hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven. Lord Byron Inscription on the monument of his Newfoundland dog, Boatswain, 1808 Sent in by Margaret Byrd