I owe you a dog's life in this life, and I feel deeply guilty, and this pain becomes more and more obvious with the passage of time.
When I was a child, my family lived in a military compound. I have a yellow dog at home, and he is very intelligent and loyal. It would wait to pick me up halfway from school, and wagged its tail vigorously as soon as it saw me, showing all its enthusiasm. I love watching it perform. When I broke off a piece of the bun and threw it into the air, it jumped up and down in a strong posture, catching it with its mouth just right. It's just wonderful!
It licked my hands with its hot and moist tongue, and its mouth made a snorting sound that seemed to show kindness and trust in me. I sometimes play pranks and wrap chili peppers in steamed buns and watch it sneeze, and I can't help but laugh. It brought an indescribable amount of fun to my childhood.
But when the yellow dog grew up, the adults said that they would kill it and eat meat. The surrounding neighbors are mostly southerners and love to eat dog meat. I love yellow dogs, but I'm hungry and want meat. That day has finally arrived. Dad and brother are the main ones, and neighbors also come to help. A rope fell from the top of the door frame, and a live buckle was made at the bottom of the door to put it around the dog's neck.
Someone went to chase the dog, and the elder brother took the noose. The yellow dog seemed to have a premonition that the situation was not good, dodged, looked gloomy, and refused to come. But it is still attached to its owner and does not want to run far. Dad said to me, "Give you a piece of steamed bread, you know it best, bring it over!" I took the steamed bun and walked towards the yellow dog. It looked at me, with a little doubt and despair in its eyes, but it slowly came to me.
I patted it on the head and lured it under the door with a bun, and my brother quickly put a noose around its neck. The people over there were ready and immediately pulled the rope hard. The yellow dog was hoisted, and it struggled desperately, kicking on all fours, and its frightened roar turned into a wailing whimper, and its fecal incontinence fell to the ground.
It was a thrilling scene that shocked me greatly. Slowly, it remained motionless, hanging straight on the rope and silent.
I got my wish and ate the fragrant dog meat, and my family and neighbors were very happy. It was only later that I felt my callousness: perhaps it had sensed that I had betrayed and abandoned it, but it obeyed me with the idea of sacrificing its life to accompany the gentleman. And I'm not a gentleman, so I feel guilty every time I think about it.
Yellow Dog, Yellow Dog, please forgive me! After all, I was just an ignorant and greedy child. I will keep your companionship and loyalty in my heart and never forget it. I owe you a dog's life, let me repent, and know how to treat and cherish all the true feelings and beauty around me.
