So apparently I’m here today to tell everyone about the sad story of how my dog died. He was a very nice dog. Large, passionate, derpy, and loyal. He spent almost all sixteen years of his life living with my brother and my mom. And when he died, it was a very hard thing to just get over. I still feel very sad talking about him till this day, even when he died about two and a half years ago. It all started when:
Eighteen years ago, my Chinese parents where just living their normal lives in Beijing. Nothing was really that exciting. They had decent jobs, all working at the same construction and construction material company. They were in their twenties, lived together, and life for them was just perfect. They already had a pug, but unlike the pugs on the internet, their pug displayed intelligence more then their sad crumpled cute face. This story is not about the pug though, it is about another dog. They were at work, and got a random call from their neighbor saying he had a surprise for them. Being curious, they promptly left work, which i still don’t know why their boss let them, but anyway. Their neighbor was leashing a three-month old Tibetan mastiff imported from QingHai, western China. To get an idea of how far QingHai was from Beijing, It was probably like from Colorado to New York. He was imported with his half a dozen siblings. My mom instantly fell in love with the puppy, no matter how the puppy seemed to be as mean as the chihuahua meme. When they took the puppy home, the puppy seemed to fall in love with my parents too. Life was going to be perfect for them, but they forgot one important factor. Such a long ride was not healthy for the dogs. All of them had caught a contagious disease that killed quickly and had the death rate of fatal staged cancer. None of the siblings survived, except her beloved DaMao. She spent about 3000$ on curing her beloved dog, even though she had only owned him for one night. And that was 20 years ago money, and things were really cheap in china back then. In now money, it could very well be 10000$ And could be much more. He spent the first two months of his life with my parents in the vet. The vets also fell in love with the puppy. He was the vet clinic’s only survivor of the disease, and he generally behaved better. The vets even bought him popcorn and McDonalds after he left the clinic for the first time in two months. He was a very lucky dog.
About a year or two later, my mom’s beloved Pug called A’Mei, which meant beautiful, gave birth to three beautiful puppies. DaMao guarded these puppies the best he could, but one of them still died in a car accident after he hopped out of the fence. The other two, one went missing, and one is still alive today, as grouchy as ever.more years later, i was born, followed by the absence of A’Mei, who disappeared as well. After i and my brother was born, we moved to a house with a large, fenced yard. That meant more dogs. But i was still most attached to DaMao. I fed him yogurt, ice cream, and everything to make him happy. I was too attached to the animal. When he was thirteen and i was about eight, he was dying. He wouldn’t eat, and didn’t move too much either. He spent most of his days sleeping indoors, and doing nothing. Then one day, his appetite came back, after all the effort we made to save him ourselves, since he was too “scary” for the vets to cure him. In the spring, he was as healthy as he could be. The next year, the same sickness strikes again, but he recovered even faster, like i said, he was a very lucky animal. But later in the summer one year later, my as*hole of a landlord tried to build a second story on top of the giant flat we where living in right now. We moved and rehomed him.
Another year had passed. We were visiting friends, so we went to go shopping for gifts. I suddenly said: “I miss DaMao.” My mom agreed and promised we would go visit him in the afternoon. Moments later, she got a call from DaMao’s caretaker to say he randomly passed away. I was devastated. However, it was funny how i was thinking about him the moments he was passing away. I believe that it is just the way nature works. If you have had any similar stories please share in the comments. Lets get back to the story. Instead of visiting friends, we drove fire speed to his house, and found him in the yard, dead. It turns out he died of cancer but we didn’t discover it. This had too big of an impact on me and my mom. She took care of her since he was three months old, and i played with him since i was born, till that day, when i was about 10 or 11.
Like i said, thinking and talking about this dog still makes me get very emotional from time to time, and i thought posting this here might make me feel better, or somebody could be interested. If you have anything to say the comments section is always open, and sharing your loss could make you feel better, like this post probably did but the long “healing” of two years didn’t. Ignore my spelling and grammar mistakes I’m only 13 and english is my second language.
An old photo of him when he was six.
