April 25, 2014
In m lifetime, I only lived with two dogs: Rover and Pi. Rover was a mutt and Pi was part collie and coyote. Pi moved in with us because her family was moving out of Topanga, and once moved, she found herself back home at our house. We adopted her or just kept Pi, because she was always hanging out with Rover. My relationship with dogs is very laissez-faire, and I rarely ever think about them either as pets or objects in front of me. All I know is Rover and Pi lived with me, and they liked their stomachs scratched and petted.
I remember watching “Lassie” on our black and white TV, and Rover was totally intrigued by the show one night. Especially when Lassie barked, or made a sound. He would sit in front of the set, cock his head towards the left with his ear up. Eventually he would walk around the TV set to determine what was happening in the back of the set. Rover was just thinking logically if Lassie was actually in the TV set, which makes perfect sense to me.
The Japanese media picked up the story of Hacikō, and eventually it became almost an urban myth about the loyal dog waiting for his master or owner. Except this was all true. Hacikō died on March 8, 1938, where his body was found on the streets of Shibuya. The dog had terminal cancer and a filaria infection (worms). They also found four yakitori skewers in his stomach, but that didn’t cause his death. Hachikō’s remains are stuffed and mounted and kept at the National Science Museum in Ueno, Tokyo. His burial monument is in the Aoyama cemetery. But the people’s monument is at the Shibuya station, exactly where Hachikō waited for his master. There is a statue in honor of the dog, and it is probably one of the best-known locations in Tokyo.
I will never forget the night Rover died. He was for sure feeling his age, and I remember the night he insisted ongoing outside. I opened the door for him and that was the last time I saw Rover. But as I was falling asleep on the couch in the living room, I had a waking dream of Rover in front of my face, barking wildly. I woke up and of course he wasn’t there, but I never did see my dog again. Also I never had the urge to get another dog or to live with a dog. Rover and Pi were dogs who lived with me at a specific time, and one can’t repeat its past. I had to move on.