In the end, when it was young, it was sent to its hometown. The open fields and huge courtyards in the countryside are also suitable for its growth.
Until the aunt died of illness, the uncle remarried, the cousin had a daughter, and the cousin got married, this little dog grew from a trembling puppy to an old dog with vicissitudes. From the large family of dozens of people, I can recognize the first owner who fed it milk and bread 10 years ago. Lying at his uncle's feet with his tail wagging, wherever he goes, it follows.
10 years. I can meet several times in 10 years, and my uncle is no longer the son-in-law here. A dog's life is only ten years, but its feelings and memories are far longer than that of a long-lived human being.
I have two dogs, one is Mianmian and the other is Smelly. Mianmian is a female dog with long white hair; Smelly is a male dog, Chihuahua. None of the paparazzi born after Mianmian became pregnant survived, and then it disappeared and never came back. Smelly died of acute enteritis, and it took only two days from sudden to death.
After that, I swore that I would never have a dog again, just like the last scene, Hachi closed his eyes, all the hidden emotions in my heart were torn out, and it was not a dog that died, but a pure inner emotion.
For Hachi, for the loyal dog Hachiko, for this film, I don't want to say anything. I just want to reminisce about the dogs I've met, and each one is enough to make a new loyal dog story.
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