our family has been abuzz with
stories of faithful dogs, witty dogs
and lovely dogs since childhood.
there was one late grandad kept
that swam the river back
after forgotten in a village.
two had such keen sense of sounds
that they could hear the family's car
a kilometre away.
one would keep mom accompanied
to the marketplace each time
waiting patiently as she did her purchases.
late grandma was so hurt by the
death of our last dog she vowed
never to keep anymore dog -
she hated the pain of a dead pet.
we therefore understood it as truth
the news of hachiko, a Japanese dog
which spent many futile months waiting
for its dead master at a railway station.