The Growth Log of My Golden Hair Distribution (1)
June 21, 2020-Born
2020.6.22
The day it was born was one of the’ most collapsed days of my life’. Because I thought his mother was dying. His mother is a golden retriever adopted by my mother and her friends from Yunnan in April 2020. She is not young. It is said that she is seven years old. She was abandoned three times before and after. My mother is the fourth owner and the last one. The day before yesterday (October 15th, 2020), the big dog died.
My mother and her friends raised the golden retriever in Chongqing. I went to play in June and met the big dog for the first time. Both sides were very happy. The big dog is a bit ill-fated. My mother knew the dog was sick when she adopted it, but she didn’t know it was so sick. The doctor said it was osteoma and cancer. After amputation, I still didn’t live this autumn.
Since I was in primary school, my family has kept dogs, four before and after, all of which were rejected by others, and we happened to pick up our hands. There is a 12-year-old boy who can’t work hard on one hind leg, but he still insists on walking for two hours every day. It stands to reason that my family has rich experience in raising dogs, but no one can see that Dajinmao is pregnant.
I actually had doubts, but I was blinded by cancer. On the day when the big dog gave birth, he was in high spirits, urinating green water and digging the ground crazily. I thought that the big dog came back to life and was crying for a short fate, such as the life of Chaolu, and it came out.
The hope born from death has become particularly meaningful. When only one of the last five births survived, this significance is particularly heavy. Too heavy to get rid of.
There are four dogs, my mother adopts two and I have two. Both are small dogs. I know that keeping a dog is not a one-day responsibility, but a lifelong responsibility. With my strength, I am very reluctant to keep a big dog. And because my mother is busy, I will never trust her with the only puppy I delivered myself.
2020.6.28
2020.7.26
On August 1st, 2020, I brought it back to Beijing.
The process is quite tortuous. In short, it is air transportation (× dogs are rejected under age)-high-speed (√58 looking for a car)-train (× acquaintances cannot operate due to epidemic situation)-air transportation (√ meeting conditions). The high-speed overnight train was driven by a very interesting Chongqing female boss, who talked all night.
The process of her daughter’s seeking medical treatment for brain cancer in a faraway place was told by her dialect. There was joy in suffering and joy in sorrow, which was full of unique humor and optimism of Shancheng people. If it was unfolded, it would be another story.
2020.8.1
It’s called pudding, and it’s called distribution. At first, it was called Tiny, and when the vaccine was filed, it was named Dianbu, followed by its mother’s surname.
When he was nine days old, he suddenly became ill, his limbs twitched and foamed at the mouth, and he had intermittent attacks for a day and night. His vitality was weakened and the pet hospital died. I searched Baidu and came to Zhihu for consultation. Later, I was given probiotics as a living horse doctor. Seeing it twitching while lying, I prayed in my heart that it would not die, and I would share my life with it.
As luck would have it, after I swore this secret oath, it got better within half an hour and began to suck milk vigorously again. I’m a little silent about this, and the effectiveness of this probiotic is very tm and timely …
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