My father made a ceramic dog recently. It is Percy, a west highland white terrier. He lived with our family almost 20 years. We loved him. He passed away 11 years ago. Every time I visit my parents’ home, I remember him. He was named after Percy Blakeney from the novel The Scarlet Pimpernel.
Percy was like my little brother, which I had never had, and my friend. He joined our family when I was 13. He was always with me in my teens, a time of life filled with worries. He always comforted and encouraged me. When I was 19, I left home for Tokyo. I did not come home very often, but he never forgot me. When I got home, he always wagged his tail to welcome me.
So when I found this ceramic dog at the entrance of my parents’ home, I was delighted! I felt as if I were heartily welcomed by Percy. My father saw me so delighted that he made another Percy for me. It is now at my home.