The first thing is that I’m stuck and need to take leave!
The second thing is that the reason why I got stuck was because the pet dog that I had kept at home for thirteen years died.
When I went abroad thirteen years ago, I was worried that my mother would be lonely. I went and came back, hoping that I could accompany my mother to relieve her boredom.
I still remember how happy my mother was when she gave her a stick with only a small ball in it.
To be honest, I didn't expect Bangbang to live so long.
When I returned to China, I found that my mother had regarded Bangbang as a sustenance and a member of the family, with a status above me.
For pets, thirteen years is almost close to ten years for humans.
I have been sick and suffering from various discomforts in the past few years, and I was mentally prepared. But I didn't expect that after receiving the call yesterday, I still felt a little uncomfortable. My mother felt uncomfortable at night, two batteries were dead, and she kept nagging.
It's great.
When I sit down to write, the image of "Bang Bang" always flashes in my mind.
When I went out this time, I felt that its condition was a little abnormal, but I didn't pay attention to it. When I left, I ran to the stairs to see me off...
I often hear my mother say that whenever I go out for the first time, Bangbang will be lying by the door waiting for the sound of my footsteps.
Although he said he didn't care, his heart was always touched.
I watched the loyal dog Hachiko last night and burst into tears. Bangbang is not a rare breed, but I bought it home when I saw it at the dog market. But I didn’t want...the relationship of thirteen years to be lost overnight.
Extremely depressing.
My mother called me again in the afternoon and said that I dreamed about Bangbang, which made me feel even more uncomfortable.
