The townspeople fed and sheltered him as best they could.
When Rollo finally joined his master in death, they got together and had this memorial made.
No one remembers the man but there are *always* little tributes from children and flowers on Rollo's grave.
The fur on the statue's head is worn smooth from over a century of gentle, loving pats given by vistors.
[I confess to giving him many, myself]
Semper Fidelis. indeed.
