>be me
>Trainee Conductor at Puffing Billy Railway in Victoria, Australia
>conducting one day between Cockatoo and Gembrook
>see a black and white dog running along the embankment in the wilderness
>this has never happened before since Railway lines in Australia are fenced off by law
>shrug it off
>a few minutes pass
>pass a grave on the way to Gembrook
>it's the grave of a dog called Jerry
>think nothing of it
>finally get to Gembrook
>I am there for little under an hour
>I enter the station building to get a coffee and tuck in to my lunch
>start to have a look around
>there's little plaques and models of historically significant events
>Jerry the Dog has a little picture frame
>read the info first since I'm curious as to why Jerry was given an honoured burial
>Jerry was a dog who spent his life on the railway track between Upper Ferntree Gully and Gembrook, following the little mountain train its entire distance three or four times each week.
>He was a small black and white dog of doubtful origin and no home ties, radiating the joy of living. The trip was 18 miles of wandering 2 ft 6 in track. Although he often rode on the engine, for a good part of the trip he ran behind, cunningly taking short cuts through the bush when the train got ahead of him.
>I find this quite interesting and the story quite touching
>turns out Jerry died in 1934 in an accident
>look at the little snapshot of Jerry the Dog in the picture frame
>it's the little black and white dog I saw running along the embankment earlier
>mfw