When I have to go on a long trip and can’t take it with me, I’m thinking, oh no, what should I do?
Will it sleep alone from now on? Where will it sleep? Will it sleep with my parents? But its toilet is upstairs. What if it needs to use the toilet? Do my parents have to sleep in my room?
Whenever it can’t find me, it will run frantically up and down the stairs, or it will wait for me by the window. Usually, it reacts strongly to the door opening. What if it dashes out to look for me when the door is opened after I leave? And it only dares not run out when the door is open when I’m present. Can my parents stop it when I’m not around? Will it get lost?
Although I’m a rather lazy and unqualified owner, I’m almost always by its side. Even when we seem lonely, it’s a kind of companionship – based loneliness for both of us. After I leave, my parents won’t always accompany it because they all have their own jobs. And it doesn’t like to entertain itself much. What will it do? Will it really stay at home alone, waiting by the window?
Since I’m a night – owl, I would carry it to pee while it’s sleeping on the bed, wipe its bottom clean, and then carry it back to the bed. Although it can use the toilet in a fixed place on its own, it can’t wipe its bottom or get back into the bed by itself. My parents took care of me like this when I was a child, but there’s no way they’ll do the same for it.
No one will keep an eye on its every move, warning it not to lick its belly to avoid getting eczema, not to bite the wound on its back or it will become a little bald dog, not to rub its eyes because its long nails might hurt its eyes, not to rub around on the dirty carpet, and not to “cry” all the time (even though it’s just a physiological reaction) or it will get ugly and develop tear stains.
And no one will pretend to be disgusted while still letting it kiss them or kiss it without hesitation. Those people in my family would rinse their mouths at the sink for a long time after being licked by it, showing extreme disgust.
When they take it out for a walk, they don’t like to keep the leash on it all the time. They say they want to let it be free for a while, and no matter how much I persuade them, they won’t listen. What if it meets other dogs? What if it gets dirty? I can’t bathe it every day.
I can’t even think about it anymore. It’s suffocating. The emotional bond of raising a Bichon Frise from a puppy is like raising a human baby with all the toils.
Now I can really empathize with the feeling of parents of human babies who can’t let go.
It’s so hard, and it’s difficult to think positively.
Mainly because we’ve almost been living together all the time. Not only am I worried that it will be anxious without me, but I’m also not sure if I can get used to sleeping without its presence beside me.
If it weren’t the furry baby that I’ve painstakingly raised, to be blunt, whether it lives or dies wouldn’t really stir up much emotion in me. At most, I’d just mourn a bit and regret the money I’ve spent in vain. But the energy and affection I’ve invested in it have far exceeded the normal scope and it has become like a family member to me. The moment I think of it facing bad situations, I feel like destroying the world.
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