Quote Originally Posted by CathyBogart
Do some research on a Skye Terrier named Greyfriars Bobby if you think it would never happen.
That is true. Here is another one, from my neck of the woods:

Old Shep, Patient Pooch
Died 1942 - Fort Benton, Montana

Shep, a collie, was devoted to his sheepherder master. But the man died in 1936, and was shipped back East on the Great Northern Railroad. Afterward, Shep met every train -- looking for his master to return -- until he was run over by one in 1942. Great Northern employees buried the dog and erected a marker over the grave.

That marker is still there, up by the grain elevators and golf course. But in 1992, the 50th anniversary of Shep's death, Fort Benton decided that their noble dog deserved better. They raised $100,000 for a larger-than-life Shep statue by "selling" the 40,000 bricks that went into its base at 25 bucks apiece. Bob Scriver, Montana's best-known sculptor, crafted Shep in heroic bronze. Shep is thus the most honored of all noble dogs, though certain folks grumble that he actually spent most of his time running around eating chickens.

Old Shep