I once saw a little girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, clutching a small Shiba Inu in her hand, silently weeping in front of a dog meat restaurant. I asked her, what's wrong with you, child, do you need help?
He saw that I was quite old, my hair was white, not in a malicious conversation, she said to me, uncle, I like dogs, this is my puppy, but I saw the dog meat restaurant, as soon as I thought of the dog being eaten here, my heart was uncomfortable.
I wanted to talk to him about the relationship between the universe and the world, the relationship between human survival and development and animals and plants, but I felt that it was useless to say all this.
So I just said to the little girl, you look at your own dog, we can't take care of other people's affairs. The little girl nodded to me, then hugged the little Shiba Inu in her arms tightly and walked away in tears.
Looking at her fading figure, my heart was very sad. When I was young, I had a dog at home, but it was all an old thing.
But my wife and I both love cats, and I now have three cats, and many people say they have a little more. How to say it? By chance.
The first cat was bought at a pet store, the second cat was given to me at a rescue station opened by a friend, and the third cat was a stray cat cub picked up in the lawn of the community.
Because I like cats, I am particularly understanding of this feeling of girls, but people are sometimes particularly contradictory, and similar problems really cannot be faced, maybe the world is the way it is.