My precious Doggos
When I was younger, I had three dogs: two males: Jia and Zong and one female: Lin. Anyways, Jia always acted dominantly, and for years he would regularly beat up Zong to prove his dominance and superiority. Zong finally attacked Jia one day. His entire chest was torn up he barely survived surgery. A week later, his kidneys failed and he died. My dad was going to put him down, but he ended up giving him away instead. I never saw him again. I helped bury Jia, and while he was laying in a blanket as we dug Lin came and sat by his body. Two weeks later I woke to find her dead in her dog house, she had no visible signs of injury and had been healthy. She was buried by morning. It might not compare to other people's stories, "they're only dogs anyways", but it was really hard losing all three of my childhood dogs, friends I'd known my entire life, within a few weeks. I haven't cried ever since I buried Lin.