I’ve been thinking about old statues of dogs.

Whether they did something great,

or just simply were —

that isn’t what’s important.

We pass by statues and sculptures everyday,

but most of us won’t give them more than a thought.

Whether they were evil or good.

But statues of dogs are different.

Over the decades, the centuries,

through rain, war, and time —

we never forgot these dogs.

Human hands have reached out to pet their bronze snouts,

over and over,

leaving their copper and tin fur shiny and golden,

polished just like new.

A thousand voices saying, 

“we see you, you did well, we’re proud of you.”

Isn’t that how you’d like to be remembered?