Most Faithful Dog Ever Has Visited His Master’s Grave Every Night for Six Years

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You probably think your dog loves you because you spread flea and tick oil between its shoulder blades, make sure it doesn't get heartworms, take it for nice walks, and sometimes feed it table food. Your dog wags its tail and nuzzles your hand and you think, "Fucking awwwww — this dog thinks I am Athena." While that might be true so long as you're doling out belly scratches and chicken skin, there's no way your dog loves you nearly as much as, Capítan, Argentina's most loyal animal ever, loves his dearly departed master, whose grave the stalwart Capítan has visited like Swiss clockwork every night at 6 p.m.


Pshaw, you might say because you're cynical and allergic to dogs. Big deal. Dogs are sycophantic losers — Capítan simply needs to find a hobby or something. Like origami or watercolors or knitting novelty uterus-shaped pillows. The thing is, though, that Capítan suddenly disappeared during the funeral for his master, Miguel Guzmán, who died in 2006. A week went by until one day Capítan, without ever having been shown his master's plot, turned up graveside, whimpering. He's assumed the post every night ever since, forcing everyone involved to take note of the fact that animals are operating on a way more meta level than the rest of us.

Argentinian dog stays by his master's grave for six years [NYDN]

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NO. NO. NOOOOOOO. DON'T DO THIS TO ME. Now I'm remembering that episode of Futurama with Fry's dog and... ugh! No! I was in a good mood!

It doesn't really surprise me though. We recently lost one of our cats after a year-long battle with heart failure (the medications and treatments kept him happy and perky right up until the end when his kidneys failed that day and the doctor said there was nothing else to be done), and I don't think our other cat is over it. It's a little surprising, since Milo would at best have seemed to ignore or TOLERATE Herbie (Milo was an only cat for almost ten years), and even now, months later, he still wanders all over the house, checking the spots Herbie would sleep in, and has taken up sleeping on Herbie's old blanket, which Milo had ignored before. He was kind of a neurotic mess for a few weeks after it happened... I felt so bad because I couldn't explain, and he was used to me taking Herbie to the vet almost every week... and then one day we never brought him home... and for weeks Milo would RUN to the door and follow us everywhere for a good hour whenever we came home crying nonstop. I had to put the cat carrier in the garage because he would sit in it and howl.

Animals feel.