A diary to memorize dogs have lived in my family!

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In my childhood, we have had two puppy dogs in our house.one named "small black" and the other was "little Pudding".Small black was stolen one day when he went out and little Pudding dead after eating rotten food. The scene is deeply rooted in my mind when little Pudding was dying.My two younger sisters,my little and lovely niece who gave the name to the poor dog,as well as my younger brother sit around the dog,prayed sadly.We feel so desperate and helpless for the death.The little dog lied on the floor at its last gasp.My little sister burnt a incense and solicited God can cure the little creature.Nothing helps at all! We all burst into tears the moment little pudding close its eyes eventually. From that time, we never keep any dogs in house.Death is too heavy a thing to accept. Yes,we are frightened of death,even that happens to our little pets. My sisters and my brother decided not to feed dogs any more,and so did I. Human beings are emotional,even the leave of a pet can make them sorrowful.