My poor little dog

When I was in my third grade, a new member came into our family. It's a grey-white puppy. We call him 花子 花子 in our dialect. My mom picked him up from her friend. he was so small and very cute. I played with him and we often rolled around in the grass and went everywhere in our village. As he grew up, every time I called his name, he would run all the way to me and jump around me joyfully, wagging his little tail and licking my finger. Sometimes we had a competition to see who can run faster. Whenever I ate something delicious, I gave a little to him. Sometimes he liked it, sometimes he didn't. he was my best friend for a long time

Then I went to middle school. When I was in middle school, in order to take the bus, I had to get up at five o 'clock every Monday to take a five-kilometer mountain road. Because it's so early and It's almost dark outside,  Sometimes I get scared. But every time, whenever I started to go, as soon as he heard my voice, he started following me. He ran in front of me and then behind me, again and again. He took a pee time to time all the way, making a sign, I guess, for him to find the way back home. And then when I get to my destination, I told him to go back, and he usually looks at me for a while and then go home. Because of him, in those years, even though it’s so early every time, I would not feel lonely, it’s like I always had a friend by my side. It's really sweet.

But as a stupid kid, I did some pretty stupid things. For example, I think dogs are born to swim. I once threw him into the water when I was by the river. He struggled up to the shoreside in terror. From then on, as long as I was beside the river, he would stay far away from me, lest I would throw him into the water again. And he never learned to swim in his whole life.

My mom was also not good to him. Every time we ate, she just poured the rice on the ground without the bowl, let alone give him some vegetables and meat. So for a long time, he was so thin. I am not blaming my mom, she had different opinions, animal is just animal, and we are not rich. I was too weak to help him.

There was another thing I remember it clearly, it was in a winter. My mom found him sleeping in my bed. My mom was so angry and beat him badly with a stick, He sobbed pitifully in the corner, my heart was broken and shouted “mom, stop it”. From then on, he never dared go to the bed again, no matter how cold it is out there. Then I went to high school and went home once a month. The first time I heard that someone saw he was poisoned and dragged away, my eyes were in tears.

I'm not trying to talk about great principles of life. I just miss him and feel so sorry for him. This world is not good for him, every time I think of him I feel so guilty. He was my best friend, and I couldn't help him, I even did such stupid things, I hope he will be happy in heaven. I guess we should never forget our good friends, and we should try our best to be more kind to the friends or relatives who is around us, and never let ourselves regrets some day in the future.