Dogs cannot be kept. Because the more you raise, the more you get married, because once it is lost and old, it will deal a great blow to your spirit and even affect your life.
Recently, I read a short story "The Love Between Humans and Dogs". The meaning of this article is; this old dog, lying on the bed of the dog hospital, is almost dying, but at this time it is very energetic, raising its head from time to time, looking in the direction of the gate. Presumably it is looking forward to the arrival of the little master who will play with it all day long.
can also be regarded as the eyes of the sky. Just when he was dying, its little owner finally ran back from school. At this time, its little owner cried with his headache. It exhausted its last bit of strength, and after licking the little master's face with its tongue a few times, it slowly closed its eyes.
After reading this article, I suddenly thought of my little Pomeranian. My family has kept it for 13 years. It stood there, like a small bench. Under the sunset, it ran like a small fireball again. Under the light, at first glance, it looked like a little red fox again. It is not only long and cute, but also very delicate. It looks like a clock every day on time. It appears in front of your bed at 5:30 punctually. Two little hooves are on the side of your bed and yells. Non-stop. That means-it's time, get up, take me downstairs!
His favorite is rock candy. As long as the box containing the rock candy rang a little, it came out of nowhere, stood in front of you, with a small face up, and a pair of big eyes. If it's too late, it's unwilling all over, and barks at you. That means-hurry up and give it to me!
In winter, when the sun comes out, it shines on the big sofa in my house. At this time, it ran out from under the dining table on time, jumped on the sofa, lying on it, basking in the sun, sleeping all morning, and the little mouth was still "humming" from time to time.
on the morning when it was old,I took it to the dog hospital again and asked the doctor to see why it still coughed so badly. The doctor saw it and prescribed some medicine for it. He asked me to go to the supermarket and buy him a bottle of " baking soda " water.
But when I bought water for it, it happily left my family. I came back and saw it was lying on the mat, motionless.
Although it vomited so much sputum at this time, it did not vomit at all on the mat. When I saw this episode, I couldn't help but burst into tears. I know what it means; even though I'm old, I won't bother you...
Because of its age, for a long time, I was depressed, and I always had its shadow in front of me, and I often dreamed of it at night. So—dogs are absolutely impossible to keep.
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