At the end of last year, my Chihuahua became pregnant. As a super-small dog breed, giving birth is a risky thing, but it is already five years old, and I am afraid that there will be no chance if it is not born, and I also hope that it can stay and continue to accompany me in the future, so I ruthlessly brought it to breed.
This is its first time as a mother, the process is quite smooth, after paying the breeding fee of 900 yuan, it was quickly successful, but there was no movement of production for almost two months, and finally after the doctor's diagnosis for cesarean section, two cubs were safely born.
At that time, it was the end of the New Year, the family was full of joy, our whole family was rejoicing about the "Tian Ding" thing, worried that the coming and going of New Year greeters would disturb the mother, and my mother also made a special room to settle the mother and son.
About the time of the New Year's Eve, my cousin and brother-in-law came to my house to pay New Year's greetings, sat for a while and asked why my dog was missing, and my mother told her about the birth.
My cousin was excited when she heard this, and she proposed to see the little dog. So my mother took out a puppy to show her, who knew that this cousin was very happy, and then said that she wanted one.
Originally, we were ready to keep a puppy for ourselves after giving birth, and give the rest to dog lovers, but we were not mentally prepared to determine the candidate so quickly.
According to my previous thinking, it is the responsibility to screen people who really love dogs in the same city and have the responsibility to be able to afford a puppy's ten years.
I am not prepared to charge, but I ask for a deposit to be paid before collecting the dog, which will be refunded in one lump sum after two years.
My Chihuahua has been raised since childhood, and it is hard to give birth to a puppy at this age, and it is my responsibility as the owner to find a good family for his baby.
I don't know what my mom said about the request, but two months later we were looking for a master for the puppy when my cousin came.
She claims to have bought kennels, dog food, cages, diapers, etc., and is going to take the puppy back.
I was reluctant, but she repeatedly said that she liked puppies very much, and she also made a strategy for raising dogs, and she looked confident.
Coupled with my mother's difficult appearance of riding a tiger, I relented and agreed.
The cousin picked a lighter baby dog and left happily.
Hearing the sound of the car starting downstairs, I couldn't help but regret a little, how could I give her my baby's hard-earned cub casually because of a little face problem?
My mother saw my displeasure and said that she would be good to the dog, would take good care of it, and would often see things like that.
I can only keep praying in my heart that my cousin will take responsibility for raising a dog.
In the following days, my cousin and I interacted more, she often took the initiative to send me some photos of puppies, what will be shh
Slowly, I gradually let go of my heart.
Over time, when the puppy was no longer fresh, her communication with me gradually decreased, and I was satisfied to see the cub's current situation occasionally in her circle of friends.
The lives of our two dogs are slowly on track, and the puppies learn their mother's living habits, and it is easy to mingle with our family.
Every day, the two little ones followed my mother for a walk, and came back to wipe the feet of their mother and son one by one... More work and fun.
A few days ago, when Double 11 was approaching, I thought of my cousin when I was stockpiling food for the two little ones, so I asked her about the other cubs' recent situation and whether she needed to buy more food for her.
As a result, she obviously gave a sense of distraction, and I called in a hurry, but I refused.
I rummaged through her circle of friends and found out that the last time I posted a picture of a puppy was two months ago.
A sense of foreboding instantly welled up in my heart, and I called my cousin-in-law again to inquire about the situation.
My cousin-in-law didn't know that my cousin was hiding from me, and he told it all. It turned out that a month ago, their eight-year-old son was hit and killed by a tricycle in the yard while walking his dog alone.
After saying that he was at work, he hurriedly hung up the phone.
And I squeezed the mobile phone, the whole person was confused, listening to his tone was so light and breezy, it was as simple as losing a toy.
The size of the Chihuahua is so small, it is even smaller if it is not an adult, it is not so much that it was hit by a car, it should be run over ... Crush it...
That cub is not yet a year old!
My mind instantly came to mind what it looked like, the scene of being delivered by a doctor, the scene of breastfeeding, the scene of humming and staring...
It is the most well-behaved puppy of the two, and my cousin also took this and thought it was easy to raise before taking it away.
Unexpectedly, its life is so short...
I called my cousin several times later, perhaps because of her weakness, she never answered, and finally replied to me in my bombardment: "Do you think dogs are more important than people?" ”
After I posted countless small essays of verbal criticism, I blocked my cousin's family, this relative, and there will be no more after that.
My mother blamed herself for this, and then the relationship between our family and my cousin's family gradually faded.
It's just my little cub, never to come back.