As a breeder in a retired military kennel, I would like to use this article to commemorate my beloved dog Duoduo.
On the morning of November 24, 2018, I was driving on the road, feeling so depressed that I couldn’t breathe, and my head felt swollen. I drove with a trace of anxiety. I remember there was a DJ playing in the car at that time. I was so uneasy. I thought about you a lot on the way to the dog farm, as if I felt that something was going to happen to you. That day was your due date. When I opened the door and saw you, I was a little stunned. The ground was covered with blood and you were gasping for breath. There was a little golden retriever on the ground. Your baby seemed to be stiff. I looked at your uterus and bleeding from difficult labor. I touched the things that fell out of you and didn’t know what they were. You didn’t bite me, but just moaned like a child who was wronged. I called you and came out with me. You couldn’t walk anymore, but I couldn’t hold you. You were so strong and walked behind me. You came to my car with difficulty. My cousin and I carried you into the car. You were still bleeding heavily. Because I had to take care of your cub, I didn’t ask my cousin to take you to a more authoritative treatment master. I once apprenticed to a dog-raising master. I went back and picked up your cub and used a heater to give it first aid. Your cub started to cry slowly. I took it to a friend’s dog farm and used a Samoyed to take care of it temporarily. After a while, the phone rang and my cousin said that the master said it was useless and there was no need to see it. It had lost too much blood and was waiting to die. I didn’t cry at the time. I said, “Okay, bring it back.” You came back a little while later. Do you remember that my trunk was full of blood? You were in a bad condition. Your eyes were blurry and your gums were purple. I boiled a few eggs for you, but you didn’t eat them. I touched your head and you seemed to understand what I meant. You ate very slowly. Usually you eat one bowl at a time.
After eating, I happened to meet a dog meat collector passing by. He saw that he had paid 400 yuan and I scolded him. He quietly waited for your death. A friend who liked you knew about it and came over to take you to see a doctor. I said, “Okay, if there is a miracle, I will give it to you.” But after a long time, you left, and left very quietly. . . . . We took you under the bridge and buried you together. I didn’t cry at that time. When we went to wash the car, the whole car was soaked in blood for more than an hour. I cried while washing.
The little golden retriever you left behind was at a friend’s house. The bitch didn’t take it. I changed several bitches but it didn’t work. You couldn’t get in the queue. As breeders, we all know that puppies that have suffered are basically useless. Maybe you are really blessing it. The puppy is in good spirits. I borrowed a few lactating bitches but it still didn’t work. I fed it with goat milk powder for three days. The puppy was skinny and had diarrhea. It was probably useless. Finally, my friend helped me find a Samoyed wet nurse who had just given birth to 6 or 7 puppies. Coincidentally, the bitch only gave birth to one. So the puppies are one month old. Now it has been 10 months. They look very much like their mother. I named them Xiao Duoduo. It is a female puppy. Someone once offered 12,000 yuan for it. Duoduo is of the old emperor bloodline, double blood golden retriever, and the father of the puppy is Jack’s son. This price is not low. I didn’t sell it. People said I was stupid, but who knows the true love of every breeder for the dog that has been with him for many years. This is my guilt towards Duoduo. I will not sell its offspring at any price. The puppy will probably become a mother in the near future. Duoduo hopes you will be happy in heaven. If you have an afterlife, I will still be your owner, and this time I will be a responsible owner.
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