My aunt’s great black Labrador Retriever, Washington, was the prince of her property.
Stately and smart, he roamed her lawn. He protected her garden from deer. Like a soldier he stood watch on her front stoop.
Year after year my aunt watched him from her kitchen window.
When Washington passed away this winter my aunt’s lawn lost its life. The grass was empty. The garden was bare. To my aunt’s eyes, even spring couldn’t bring the vitality back.
My sisters and I gave my aunt a dog statue for her front stoop. It is a life-sized replica of a black Labrador Retriever.
And it looks just like Washington.
The hand-painted statue is now a beautiful fixture. It greets my aunt each time she comes home. She lightly pats the dog’s head every time she walks by him. Spring is in full swing and my aunt is back in her garden.
Her dog statue is near, as if keeping a watchful eye.
It is a quiet companion.
My aunt couldn’t be happier with it. She has a prince on her property once again.
For her, the statue is what her dog was:
Permanent, loyal and timeless.
Written by Maggie Nicholson