It’s hard to see animals crying until my little Huang cried last year.
My little yellow dog, who disappeared in April and will be 13 years old soon, is a string, with long hair and relatively small figure. From a distance, his face is not prominent, but his face is still very beautiful at close range.
She was a gift from my predecessor, but the dog stayed at home after being parted. She was raised in her hometown. I just returned to the city a few days after I brought it back, until the Spring Festival a few months later. I loved dogs very much since I was a child, so even though it was dark when I got home, I still remember looking for her at the first time. When she was a little girl for a few months, she stood up with fear when she saw me coming over and screaming and retreating. At that time, I felt how such an unsociable melodramatic ghost was.
However, Xiao Huang is extremely clever. She may know that I am a family member when she sees me having a few meals together at home. Later, she should not be too happy to wag her tail at me. When firecrackers are set off, I will cover her ears. Basically, I will quietly give her a share of whatever I eat at home. Dogs in rural areas are basically coarse and rarely take care of them carefully, but I have no home, work and no energy to take care of her at that time in the city. That Spring Festival was a holiday for a few days, and she already liked me very much. Next, she loved me for more than ten years. I never understood how the dog’s memory was so deep that she remembered me when she didn’t go home for a long time.
One day when she was about one or two years old, my mother called me and said that Xiao Huang had disappeared. It had been a few days. My parents searched all over the village but couldn’t find her. We all thought that she had been taken away or locked up, because there were many pure local dogs in the countryside at that time, and there were few such strings. They also looked for someone to calculate a divination, but they still couldn’t find it. Then a few nights later, they were standing at the door. Suddenly, there was a shadow in the distance, walking home. They tried to call Xiao Huang, and the shadow came running with a cut rope around her neck. The rope was not mine. I can’t imagine how firm her belief is, so that she can make every effort to return to her home.
She is fierce to outsiders. Even if others want to please her, she will grin and whine in a low voice whenever she comes near her, whether she takes something to eat or not. But such a small dog, she purred in a low voice, probably thought she was terrible, and everyone around her was happy to laugh, which was a good failure. But as long as we shout: Xiao Huang Huang, don’t scream. She licks her nose when she looks at us, and she looks a little embarrassed. When I turned around, I was amused and grinned. It’s always an outsider. I heard that if she is released occasionally, she will fight with the big dog. It’s ok, and she has never lost. It is said that many times the big dog is afraid of her. Maybe she is barefoot.
Over the past ten years, I have gone farther and farther, and the frequency of going home has not been too high, but every time I go home, she sees me screaming, which has never happened at home. When I get home, I will let her have fun, such as fruit, jiaozi, steamed bread and meat. As long as I have it in my hand, she must have one. Every time I go home, my family says that I am going home, and Xiao Huang’s stomach is always in a state of support. She learned to say goodbye, learn to simply sit down, come back and other instructions. Of course, when I suddenly let go of her and ran away, the instruction of coming back basically didn’t work. I believe she heard it, because her ears kept standing up and falling down alternately, but she just pretended not to hear it. After her ears were erected, she ran away with her little ears.
When I came home last year, she was 12 years old. I held her face and stroked her head. Suddenly, I found that her eyes were slowly foggy, and then her tears flowed out. At that moment, I was really shocked. I knew in my heart that she liked me, loved me and longed for love, but I didn’t expect her to cry. I bought her a festive dress when I went home for the Spring Festival this year, but she was used to being free and ended up dressed like this. After a few minutes, the clothes were all on the ass, and then they fell off. The hair on my face is half white, and then I know that dogs will have white hair.
One day in April, after my dad called me and chatted for a long time, he seemed indifferent and said that Xiao Huang was gone. He said that that night, my dad gave her a sumptuous meal. She looked up at my dad after eating a few mouthfuls and vomited all the food. My dad replaced her with soft steamed bread, but she still didn’t eat much. She kept staring at my dad for a long time. My dad said he didn’t feel well. Go back to sleep. She kept watching my dad for a while and then returned to her nest. The next morning, I found that she had no breath. My dad was a little choked up. He was not a person who treated small animals very carefully, but he said that he had been raising them for 13 years and had been with many things together. He was very reluctant to give up and cried secretly at home. I hung up the phone and picked up the few photos I had just taken during the Spring Festival. I thought of her wagging her tail, her screaming, her goodbye and the moment when she shed tears. I couldn’t imagine what she was thinking on the last night when she stared at my dad, and how she survived the last few hours after she went back to her nest. I was crying at home alone. It turned out that she was not a puppy in my heart, but had been regarded as.
We have had many dogs, and I like them very much. I have also experienced a lot of parting sadness, and this time I feel the longest and saddest. But some emotions can only be understood by people who get along with each other. Because when I talked about the loss of our little Huang, a friend said that at this stage, people can’t keep alive and care about a dog. Therefore, the feelings of this thing, who paid who knows.
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