My Story with Animals Essay 400

My dog was hit by a car yesterday and I always think back to the moment when he was hit. I can't get out of the shadows. It's so sad, I've been raising it for almost a year, and I'm a friend when I'm lonely.

Help me watch the door when I'm at work. I was accompanied by half of the business trip. Too much, too much for good.

It's already part of my family. But yesterday it left me. I don't know why I was blinded.

I didn't even dare to collect the corpse from it. I've never been afraid of the bloody flesh of cats and dogs killed on the street, or rats crushed to death. But I just can't bear to see it in such a miserable state.

I can't stand it if I look at it more. I didn't know anything when it happened, so I stupidly walked back and forth on the road. I didn't dare to look at it, and I was reluctant to leave.

It was half an hour before I believed it was dead and learned of grief. But the tears are useless, and it won't come back anyway. Growing up so big, except for what you owe to your parents.

I owe it to anyone, I deserve it, but today I feel like I owe it. I'm sorry for it. I'm so sad, it's Christmas Eve.

Why can't it be at peace? Can't you live until Christmas Eve? I want it to live its life happily, even if it is born in the future, old age, sickness and death.

At the very least, it's the end of life. Even if you are separated from me, it is better than now. At least alive.

There are a lot of its things in the house, a bowl for eating, a nest for sleeping. Toys, shoes that were bitten by it. Reluctant to lose it.

Reluctantly, reluctantly, reluctantly. I owe it a debt and carry a leash every time, I didn't bring it yesterday. Every time I only took it to the park, but yesterday I walked near the road.

I'm sorry for it. My friend persuaded me that they were just animals, and that the chickens and ducks were not raised and killed by themselves. Besides, you didn't do it badly.

But I think it's different. It has spirituality, it understands my feelings. Will it understand my current mood?

I just want to say sorry to it in the next life if it still does dog. I will be as good to it as I am in this life. I'm still the master of it, is it willing?

Auntie, they said that they did all the cleaning. And everything that was swept that day was sent to a nearby compression station and burned. Thankfully, I was comforted by the fact that the compression station was right next to his favorite park.

On Christmas night, I bought his favorite snacks and made his favorite dishes along with all his uses, and sent them to the park to be buried. It's really reluctant. But I'm sure it's nearby.

I wanted it to be reincarnated as soon as possible, so I copied the rebirth mantra and burned it to it. I hope it can be a human in the next life. Be able to protect yourself.

Maybe it's really only eight months with it. If there is still fate, if it is in the next life, it will still be a dog. I'm sure I'll come across it again and carry it back home.