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?