I like darling from a doll, so I like cats and dogs since I was a child. When I was only a few years old, I couldn't move my feet when I saw small animals on the roadside. I am so brave that I have to touch and hug them. I even had to take them home and raise them with adults, which made the owners of small animals look wary of me.
When I was in primary school, my father gave me a puppy, a lovely little Shiba Inu, and since then I have had a source of happiness. Shiba Inu is small, so am I. Jump around every day, get carried away, and be inseparable when we are bored together. Because I went to school and am a cultured person, I stubbornly named the little Shiba Inu Jimmy. At that time, in my mind, it was considered as the tallest, a good name combining Chinese and western, with a proud self-righteousness. My parents shook their heads and smiled irreversibly, just as you were happy. Although Jimmy is a Shiba Inu, he is quite clever. He is very close to me and follows me every day. Others call him a dog who likes to ignore it. If he is tempted by delicious food, he will be betrayed strategically. After eating, he will still be the puppy who ignores others.
Jimmy, who was just brought here, is very young, so he sleeps in the house with me. When he was a little older, his father specially built a nest for him, which was made of bricks left over from the house built at home, a very imposing red brick tile house. It can naturally shelter from the wind and rain, and its nest is covered with hay and cloth mats. Jimmy jumped around happily and declared his territory. This territory is completely open to me, but it is hard to tell others, because in the future, others will not be able to get close to his territory, his home, and sometimes even his mother will make him toothless before feeding him.
Jimmy grew up, his figure became bigger and longer, and his temper began to get bigger. He is very kind to his family. He will make a hullabaloo about to outsiders and even kick people out. In the long run, many people are prevented from going home, which should be frightened by Jimmy's terrible momentum. Jimmy gradually became unpopular with everyone and became an unpopular dog. Later, for the sake of safety, his father found a rope to tie him up. I strongly opposed it, but my father persuaded me. This is for everyone's safety, and it is also a kind of protection for Jimmy. Because if you really hurt someone, waiting for him may be a very bad result. Although very helpless, but this is the reality. Jimmy's spleen became more fierce after being tied with a rope. As long as someone passes it, it will bark, but it is pulled back by the rope every time. No one likes being confined to such a small place! Then we closed the door from time to time, and the number of people coming and going decreased.
A few months later, Jimmy has grown to the size of an adult dog, and he is still closest to me. I often untie him and chase games with him in the yard. When my parents see him so close to me, it won't hurt me, so they will leave us and we will run happily for several months. But one day it suddenly stopped eating, didn't eat anything, even smelled the bones and walked away. I panicked, but my parents were normal. They said Jimmy should have gastroenteritis. They said it was "diarrhea". I don't understand it anyway. I just remembered that my parents said it would be good to find a doctor to give me an injection. I quickly asked my parents to see a doctor for an injection and take care of Jimmy myself. After my parents left, Jimmy began to vomit, and I panicked again.
The doctor came to have a look and said there was something wrong with the intestine. This is similar to what my parents said. They gave Jimmy an injection and told us to observe it at night and see how it went. If it doesn't get better, we will have another injection tomorrow and then leave with the medicine box on our backs. At night, I looked at Jimmy without blinking an eye, and so did my parents. After that, Jimmy didn't vomit, but he was exhausted and it was difficult to stand up. He vomits and retches occasionally, then he lies down quietly, and his breathing becomes lighter.
The next day, the doctor also came early to check the situation. After reading it, he silently gave Jimmy an injection, and then went out and whispered something to his father. I was absent-minded and didn't hear what I said, but I hope Jimmy will get better soon after the injection. Then I accompanied it quietly, and it didn't move. I didn't move, and time didn't seem to move. Later, my mother cooked rice porridge for it and made a bowl of milk in front of it. These things that he used to like to eat are now on his lips, but he still doesn't move.
Time passed little by little, and Jimmy began to vomit again in the afternoon. He had no strength, so he threw up on the ground as if his strength had been completely exhausted. It is becoming less and less spiritual, and its eyes are closed most of the time. I can't stop crying while stroking its fur, so I have been with it, and I believe it can feel my existence. It's just that its body is getting softer and softer, its breathing is getting lighter and lighter, and my heart is getting more and more scared.
It has no past, and I lost it.
Since then, I have had inexplicable palpitations about keeping pets. I don't want to know more about what's wrong with Jimmy. When I grew up, I heard others talk about it, only to know that it was because I was infected with parvovirus, which is a very deadly and infectious disease for dogs. Timely treatment is not a big problem. Today, a few years later, the treatment of dogs is simpler and more effective.
Jimmy is a pain in my heart forever. I have never had a dog since then, because there is only one dog in my heart from beginning to end, and that is Jimmy.
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