Hachiko, was an Akita dog that belonged to a professor at the University of Tokyo. Every day he would meet his master at Shibuya Station until one day in 1925 when the professor never returned. Unbeknownst to Hachiko, his master had suffered a fatal brain hemorrhage and would never come home again.
Over the years, I’ve heard the story of Hachiko and thought it was wonderful and heartbreaking at the same time. The poor dog never understood why his human never returned . . . and spent his life waiting for him . . .
After Prince Charming died, I saw a real life example of the devotion that Hachiko showed for his human . . . Rocky never understood why Prince Charming never came home. He sat at the door that first night waiting for the car to pull up in front of the house and Prince Charming to come and “rassle” with him. When I finally went to bed that night, Rocky sat at the top of the stairs sure that Prince Charming would be home shortly and he didn’t want to miss him. It shattered my already broken my heart.
It went on for a many weeks after the funeral, Rocky would walk through the house wondering where Prince Charming could be. He’d sit at the front door, or outside at the gate, waiting for the car to pull up in front of the house. He’d sit at the top of the stairs every night and rush down them first thing in the morning expecting to find Prince Charming at his seat at the kitchen table. Every time it happened it shattered my already broken heart.
After a while, Rocky’s vigils got fewer and farther between. I would find him occasionally sitting at the gate or at the front door just looking at nothing in particular. Or sitting at the top of the stairs when I would say good night to him and tell him I’m going to bed. Each time it happened it shattered my broken but somewhat healing heart . . .
Fast forward to this weekend . . . for some reason Rocky has started his vigil again. And it’s breaking my broken but somewhat healing heart.
I guess I’ve gotten used to the hole in my heart and my life from where Prince Charming should be. It’s usually when someone else tells me how much they miss him and the big hole in their heart and life his death has left that I totally fall to pieces. But when Prince Charming’s beloved Rock Lobster (his nickname for Rocky) shows me that he misses Prince Charming, too, it turns me into a puddle of snot. And I can’t really do that because it upsets Millie to see me cry so much . . . it’s just a damn vicious circle.
I think the people who told me that this gets easier over time lied to me. This shit never gets any easier because it jumps out of left field and strangles the shit out of you.