Whenever I think about the fact that you might leave this world before I do, it often makes me secretly shed tears at midnight. Hello, my little dog. We've stumbled through another year together.
This past year, you almost got lost. I frantically searched the streets for you, and fortunately, I found you. This past year, I was very unhappy. I can't remember how many times I came home and hugged you, crying my heart out. This past year, your skin condition kept recurring. I often sighed in guilt. This past year, it seemed like I was always the one breaking down and crying, while you silently stayed by my side.
A dog's love is always passionate and sincere. No matter how late I come home, even if Fluffy is asleep, he will immediately wag his tail and run to me. Every time I go to bed and come back out, Fluffy is always quietly lying by the bedroom door. Whenever I go out to get a delivery, Fluffy is always sitting obediently at the door, waiting for me. Fluffy is very timid but will still step closer to the door when strangers are around to protect me. My little dog has always shown me what love and companionship mean through his actions. He's always used the depth of his love to make up for the brevity of it. As a human, I often feel indebted and fearful of separation. I constantly feel like I haven't been a good enough companion, haven't taken good enough care of him. I often stare at him, thinking, "What will happen when he leaves me?"
When you first came home and when you went for your vaccinations, the "Ten Promises to My Dog" on your vaccination booklet made me suddenly realize: you are a seed of sadness I chose to plant with my own hands. Now, it’s almost three years old, and its impact on me seems to be growing more frequent. But you have brought me so much joy and companionship, enough to give me the courage (hopefully) to face that long farewell when it comes.
Human emotions are always filled with uncertainties. I can understand myself but can never fully understand others, so when giving my heart, I'm always hesitant, thinking twice, and often retreating. But Fluffy, I can firmly tell you every day, "You are my most beloved little dog in the world, my family."
People often ask me if it's tiring to raise a big dog. Have you ever thought of giving up, even for a moment? Yes, it's really, really, really tiring, and there are moments of frustration and exhaustion. But "family" and "giving up" will never appear on the same page of the dictionary. It's a bond that nothing but life itself can break.
My dear, I'm looking forward to our next year together!
