My black Chihuahua, Brown Sugar,
had a litter of puppies five years ago.
One of them had a yellow forehead and a yellow chest. It was very pretty and we loved it. After the other puppies were weaned, they were all given away except for it.
It was also very well behaved and obedient. When I saw me using the toilet, I said to it, “Brown Sugar, be good in the future and go to the toilet to poop and pee.” Then the next day and for the few short months at my house, it went to the toilet.
The good times didn’t last long. When it was about four months old, it got neuritis. When it was found that day, my grandmother said that I would take it to the veterinarian early the next morning. As a result, it died that night. Because of neuritis, it would twitch painfully every time it moved, and it couldn’t walk. It would groan in pain if it was touched slightly, so my grandmother built a new nest for it next to its mother (because she was afraid that its mother would move when she was sleeping and it would hurt it). But when it died, it was next to its mother. Yes, it couldn’t walk. Before it died, it crawled to its mother’s side. When my grandmother got up at night, she found that its body was stiff.
The next day, my grandma and grandpa dressed Heitang in his little clothes and took a shovel to bury him in the back mountain of our family area. Zaizai (that is, Heitang’s mother) also went. Grandma said that when she buried Heitang, she said to Zaizai, “Come and see your child. You will never see him again.” Zaizai came closer, stood beside the small earth pit, took a look, and ran away. When my grandma and grandpa dealt with everything and went back, they found Zaizai lying in Heitang’s bed with tears in his eyes. Maybe he was very sad. Dogs are
sometimes very human. They know what love and family affection are. Sometimes they even teach you how to love. So I sincerely hope that every dog in the world can be treated gently.
I also hope that my little Heitang can be happy in the dog’s heaven.
The small dividing line.
In a blink of an eye, it has been two years since my Zaizai left. In these two years, I have never dreamed of him. I don’t know if he is angry with me or blames me for not accompanying him at the end of his life. When I think of him, he is still the most sensible and well-behaved dog we have ever raised. His ten years may have been my life from elementary school to college, or one eighth of my life, but his ten years of world are all about me and my family.
Last year, my grandpa found out that he was a dog. Cancer came, and then Zizi’s health started to deteriorate. He could no longer see, and he walked more and more slowly. He also stayed up all night, whining and howling in the cage. The day before Zizi left, grandpa suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath at night, and he kept sweating. Grandma used ancient acupuncture to bleed him, and grandpa slowly recovered. The next day Zizi passed away. Grandma said that Zizi had saved Grandpa from a disaster.
If there is reincarnation in the world, I hope you can come back to us like in “A Dog’s Purpose”. This time I will accompany you to grow up slowly.
Zizi, do you know that after raising you, my favorite thing is a Chihuahua with a little bit of hybrid like you? Oh, by the way, we have a new dog at home. It’s the “granddaughter” of your childhood friend Ding Ding. Does the heaven that dogs go to be the same as that of humans? Have you found grandpa? But he raised you to be so fat. If you can, you should accompany him. The old man often appears in my dreams and he doesn’t look happy. We will see each other again in a few decades.
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