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grew weak and terribly emaciated. "Whether 

 it was through this or because he was getting 

 old no one can tell, but at last when they were 

 in Paris in 1905, Pluto grew quite ill, and 

 in spite of every care and attention, finally 

 got so very sick that there was no doubt at 

 all to those who saw him that he had a very 

 short time to live. 



The grief of his master was too great for 

 words. He loved that dog dearly; they had 

 shared bright and prosperous times together, 

 hardship and sickness, and had not been 

 separated for over ten years, with the ex- 

 ception of the time Bonavita was in the hos- 

 pital. When the dog finally died his master 

 grieved for him as deeply and sincerely as 

 though he had been a human being. 



Pluto died very peacefully and quietly 

 with his big head resting on his master's only 

 arm and his eyes never removed from his 

 master's face until they closed for the last 

 time. Captain Bonavita had him buried in 

 the Cemetiere des Chiens, which is a pretty 

 little island in the middle of the river Seine 



