Puppy Rifle ‖ Chen You

Puppy Rifle

Chen You

Rifle is a puppy raised by my parents.

Rifle is more than ten centimeters tall, thirty centimeters long, yellow hair, chubby. For seven or eight years, it has lived carefree and happy in its parents' yard. Every time I go home to visit my parents, I subconsciously stroke Raffle's body, its hair is thick, soft and soft to the touch, making me feel solid and warm.

I've never been interested in having pets, but I love Laifu.

Make the most of it. Our family has never been very wealthy, and there is no pure habit of keeping pets. Parents feed Rifle mainly from the practical point of view that dogs can gnaw on meat and bones without causing large waste.

Love House and U. I love Rifle because it was raised by my parents.

The brothers visited their parents and returned home to reunite, which was also the happiest time for Laifu. As soon as we returned to our parents, Rifle wagged his tail all the way, bouncing around, rubbing past every one of his loved ones. It will excitedly stand up and make love to people separately. It stuck to our legs, its eyes shining upwards, its head swinging constantly, and it had to shake hands with us. It didn't stop until we leaned down, grabbed the two "forehands" that it had erected, and said hello, "Hello, hello."

Sometimes Rifle is very willful, people have shook hands with it, it will stand up again, stick to ask for a handshake, or use various parts of the body, rub over and over, and ask for more caresses on it, endlessly. At this time, after the mother sternly reprimands and educates, it will gradually become honest.

Rifle always bullied kittens. If we have the slightest affection for the kitten, it will chase the kitten with its teeth and claws, and will cross its body before us and the kitten, so as not to let the kitten have any chance of being petted, and it looks very domineering. I have a great opinion of it, on the contribution, the kitten in the home to the greatest achievement. The parents' courtyard is a bungalow, and it is precisely because of the cat to cure the rat infestation that the family can walk safely year after year.

The relief that the kitten brought to my heart, I think, was incomprehensible to Rifle.

After all, it was raised by its parents, and looking at its appearance of bouncing around and shaking its head in the yard, I couldn't bear to make any punishment for it. Watching Rifle sway his little tail so happily and freely, I was equally happy in my heart. Sometimes hallucinations are inevitable, and the little tail of happiness that is swaying seems to have become my tail.

I am willing to wag my happy tail and haunt my parents' knees forever.

Later, I understood The words of Laifu, and it turned out that it chased the cat in front of us, because it was afraid that we would be eccentric. In the parents' home, it is the same as the kitten, each with its own responsibilities, and we should not be partial to superficial contributions. Guarding the parents' yard, guarding the parents' side, it is as important as the cat.

I went to visit my parents, and Rifle almost accurately "predicted" the time I would be home.

In the distance, I saw Rifle crouched under the eaves, looking up at my way home. I knew that Rifle was waiting for my call, and I knew very well that if I made any summoning movement, no matter how far away, it would fly towards me like a bird.

When I got closer, its tail was wagging eagerly on the edge of the street, and its eyes shone with a glowing light, as if to tell me that it had been waiting for me to come home for a long, long time. I lifted my feet up to the edge of the street, and it stood up from its seated position, wagging its tail, and followed me closely, not giving up any chance to be close to me.

Visiting my parents, if I had gone out of the backyard on a tricycle, Rifle would not have followed me, and it would have gone around the front door for a distance, calculating the time precisely, waiting for me and the tricycle to appear at the fork in the road. That way, we'll spend a little more time together, and we'll spend a little longer.

At the fork in the road, Rifle would watch me intently and persistently until I turned and couldn't feel it.

Not long ago, his father, who was nearly eight ranks old, suffered from cerebral infarction and became a severely ill patient who was semi-paralyzed in bed.

The brothers all made their homes out of town, my mother was weak, and I was a patient who had returned to the local area from an illness at a construction site, which meant that our family could not complete the full-time care for my father. Finally, with my brothers' funding, my father was sent to a nursing home for full-day care rehabilitation, almost a year later.

Although I live in the same town as my parents, my illness does not allow me to live with my parents, that is, after my father falls ill, we as children cannot accompany my mother.

My mother became an authentic empty nester.

At home, only Laifu can run from morning to night, before and after running, as always, around the seventy-year-old mother, perhaps, only Laifu can help us to relieve the loneliness and bitterness in the mother's heart!

Since then, in my eyes, Rifle is no longer an ordinary "pet" dog, it has become an important member of the family equivalent to us.

I would still go back to visit my mother. I will still put my arms around the person who has stood up and shake its hand, but I no longer have the strength to joke with it, and say to it happily, "Hello, hello", I can only shake the body of the person standing up to show comfort. Then, I would hold the rifle in both hands and stroke its hair as a sign of affection for it. Every time, from the touch of it, I could feel the warmth between each other.

But not long ago, Laifu fell ill. My mother instructed me to take Laifu to a veterinarian to treat it, and I ran back and forth for nearly a week, taking medicine, getting injections, and operating on it, but it didn't work. Rifle's chubby body was losing weight as it continued to be unable to eat, and in the end, we were unable to keep its way.

Not long ago, I changed into a brand new tricycle, and I was relieved that because of my illness, Laifu had a few days of my special transfer. I live on the 5th floor of a low-cost house far away from my parents, and my home should also be The Home of Rifle, but for seven or eight years, I have never thought of taking Rifle home to see, which is really an irreparable regret. While it was alive, my new tricycle, perhaps, could more or less make up for a little of the guilt and regret in my heart.

I am grateful to Laifu, who faithfully guards the warmth and joy of our home with its once vivid life.

I miss Laifu, and I am more attached to my parents' health, once a complete and happy home!