I can’t recall how and when I came across the remarkable story of the famous devoted man’s best friend named, Hachiko. In fact, the said story made its way to the big screen. When everybody went crazy about it, there I was blissfully ignorant about it. I kind of took it for granted since I thought of myself as a non-pet lover. “Nah! Not my thing!”, said myself. Years had passed and by the time I moved in to Japan, I would unexpectedly be reminded of Hachiko. I knew that it happened somewhere in Japan. And yes, the hubby confirmed that it took place in Shibuya. At first, I didn’t bother to ask him to take me there. I felt something was missing.
One idle afternoon, I found myself a place on the couch and held the remote control. Turned the TV on and opted for Netflix. Luckily, the flick was right there. It was the British-American version but I didn’t protest. (because, Richard Gere 😉)
With all honesty, it didn’t excite me in the beginning but as I slowly processed every scene, I was deeply moved. I eventually let myself absorb every bit of the film. No matter how hard I tried not to shed tears, but I gave in and felt the tears ran down my warmish face. How could I almost missed this beautiful story? Not just another story but a real one.
Something got through my mind after watching that gloomy film. It made me believe that a dog can truly love its owner and it’s priceless.
The urge to lay eyes on the statue of Hachiko was hard to resist since then. I finally made up my mind and asked my sweetheart to take me to the place where Hachiko left his legacy of loyalty.
Came all the way to Shibuya Station one afternoon in May. Once we exited the station, the sight of the crowded place didn’t fuss me and fervently walked my way to this sweet little thing.
It wasn’t easy to capture Hachiko this near. Mind you there were a lot of people surrounding it. After one, another one positioned beside the statue. However, my patience didn’t wear thin. It actually did me good. I had all the time to stare at the piece and flashed on the story. I was glad I was right where this little thing would wait for the professor.
After the noteworthy visit, we took a short walk around the station. I witnessed the ever famous bustling Shibuya crossing. I was so overwhelmed that I forgot to take a photo. Perhaps, next time. 😉
Because my brain did a lot of processing to do, it ordered the tummy to have its fill. I was in the mood for burger. By happy chance, Burger King appeared at the corner. I’ve never been to any Burger King branches. Not even in Cebu. I was tickled pink I finally had the chance. It was good!
The afternoon ended with so much gratitude. The sunset came to tell me to go back home and wait for another day of adventure. 😊