In the bustling, cobbled city of Edinburgh, lived a little Skye Terrier named Bobby. His best friend was a kind watchman named Callum. They were always together, sharing biscuits and patrolling the streets.

But one sad day, Callum became very tired and sick. He was taken to a special, quiet garden where everyone rests—the Greyfriars Kirkyard. Bobby padded sadly behind the carriage, tears in his brown eyes.

Callum was laid to rest, and the heavy iron gates closed. Bobby knew he couldn't go *in* with the quiet sleepers, but he knew he couldn't leave either. He lay right beside the main gate, guarding the entrance to his best friend’s quiet place.

The days grew shorter, and the wind blew cold across the hills. Sometimes, a kind man named Old Tom, who tended the Kirkyard, worried about Bobby. “You can’t stay here, little fellow,” he’d whisper.

But Bobby was not hungry for dinner. He was hungry for Callum. He would wag his tail politely when Old Tom offered food, but his eyes never left the gate. He had a job to do: wait.

Soon, many people noticed the small, loyal dog. Winter turned to spring, and spring melted into summer. One year passed. Then two. Then three. Still, Bobby stayed, right by the familiar iron gate.

Old Tom finally decided that if Bobby wouldn’t leave, he needed to be safe. He brought Bobby fresh water and a cozy straw bed, right by his special spot at the gate. Bobby slept there every night.

Year after year, tourists and local children came to see the little legend of loyalty. They knew his story: Bobby Stays by the Gate. They would wave, and Bobby would sometimes stand up to greet them before settling back down.

Fourteen years went by, marked by the changing seasons and the shadows moving across the stone walls. Bobby’s muzzle grew frosted white, and his legs tired easily. He was a very, very old dog.

One morning, Bobby did not wake up. He had stayed loyal until the very end. The people of Edinburgh never forgot the little dog who taught them that love can stay by the gate forever.