And then one day, the Professor didn't return. He had suffered a cerebral hemorrhage while in his office and died on the spot. Hachikō was waiting at the station, and waited in vain.
The next day he was waiting at the station. And the next. And the next. For the next ten years, Hachikō was there waiting when the train arrived at the station. The story captured the heart of the Japanese people, who commissioned a bronze statue of him. It's still there outside the Shibuya Station.
Dogs are Man's best friend because we see ourselves reflected in their eyes, not as we are but as we would be. At our best, the dog sees himself reflected in our eyes, as he would see himself:
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground when the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only to be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince.When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wing, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune dries his master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege that that of accompanying him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when that last scene comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there, by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful, and true, even in death.
Navy SEAL Jon Tumilson lay in a coffin, draped in an American flag, in front of a tearful audience mourning his death in Afghanistan. Soon an old friend appeared, and like a fellow soldier on a battlefield, his loyal dog refused to leave him behind.