I have an old dog at home

It is a poodle, and it is not known whether the name of this breed is accurate, its big name is "Fat Fat", nicknamed "Fat Man", jokingly called "Fat Fat Fat". Fifteen years ago, I was in the sixth grade of elementary school, and when I came home on the weekend, there was a dog in the milk box, all gray and slippery, the small and round head was very cute, a fine fluffy body, it looked soft and sticky, the limbs and short legs were timidly curled up under the stomach, lying in the box was very well-behaved, at a glance, I liked it. Mom said it was the most popular variety this year, saying it wasn't big and cute. Oh, it didn't grow up, has it always been like this, only the size of an eggplant? That's still cute. Teasing it for a while, I was very rare, put the box on the chair, put it on the table, and finally put it on the bed, not only that, because it was too young, because the strange owner, it also peed in the cardboard box, haha, even so, the mother did not stop it! Since then, it has shared a bed with me. Remember, because of its short legs, it could only use its two front paws on the edge of the bed every time it went to bed, and then the milk hummed, and I deliberately teased it, stretching out my hand to pretend to hold it, causing the little fat man to wave his little paws like a dance. Then it grew up a little, and it didn't need my help to go to bed, as long as it was time to go to bed, as long as it saw you make the bed, it would rush to jump on the bed, sometimes it was late to play, and when it saw that I was lying down, it crept up on the bed, gently arched the quilt with its round nose, put its head on the pillow next to my shoulder, and obediently slept... The days passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, the next spring, the little gray fat actually turned into a small yellow dog, the gray fetal hair faded, the body grew a slight curl of yellow hair, the nose bone was also more and more sunken day by day, it was estimated that it was a 60-degree sharp angle. A pair of black-rimmed ears and its sensitivity, every weekend when I come home from school, it can always wait for me at the entrance of the alley a long time in advance, enthusiastically throwing itself into your arms, constantly twisting its round ass. How happy it is to have such a day, and a small heel worm has made my childhood have more soft memories. But one day, I came home to find that there was no dog picking me up at the entrance of the alley, and when I walked to the door, there was no dog barking to welcome me. Until I entered the house, I found it lying on the sofa, the right eye was swollen larger than half of its face, and there was still blood in the corner of the eye, oh my God, I didn't dare to ask, I didn't dare to touch it, only tears flowed down. Mom was also very distressed, and she kept cursing the bad guy who hurt the dog, a puppy, to the point of knocking out its eyeballs. Every day, I use a syringe to disinfect the fat man's eyes on time, for fear of inflammation and infection. The thread sewn on its eyes always shocked me, and I wished it was less painful. Since then, its right eye has been blind, and only a cry was heard at first, and no one knows why it was injured, whether it was a man who hurt it or a wild dog that hurt it... Spring and winter come, the seasons change, year after year, when I was in junior high school, I could still go home once a week, and we ran and played as usual, feeding and playing, playing hide-and-seek in the fields, walking on the road, and I was afraid that the passing traffic would scare it, and I always held it in my arms, holding a dog tail grass to make it always sneeze. When I wasn't home, Mom and Dad rode the bike, thinking that its legs were short and running slowly, and always Mom sat in the back seat of Dad's bike. Or it sat on its own cart, vigilantly looking east and west, and from time to time it was still barking, and the people at the mouth of the village always ridiculed the treatment of parents as a dog. In high school, neighbors say that the fat man is old, and a dog has lived to this age very well, but I never felt that it was old, except for the body blessing, it was still so cute and flexible. Because we can only see each other once a month, in the telephone porridge with my mother, there are always funny things and bad things about the fat man, saying that he bullies the new puppies in the family, always eating first; saying that he actually plays with the cat next door and lies in the yard basking in the sun; saying that it is a toad who wants to eat swan meat and even runs after sparrows; saying that it does not know the height of the sky and goes out to fight with the big dog; saying that the older it is, the thicker its face, the more it spreads in the vegetable garden, and the vegetable seedlings are ruined; it says that it actually peed on the pot of flowers I loved the most... College, we go home once every six months, my mother always said, fat is really old, do not love to move, always lazy in the sun, the amount of food is also a lot smaller, do not like to call, to the winter are a lot thinner. Even so, I never put it in my heart, because in my heart, it is still the same, and I believe that my parents love it as much as I do, and I will be able to take care of it. Until suddenly one day, I finally temporarily abandoned the tedious work of studying and finding a job, crouched in the courtyard, shouted a long-lost "fat man", looked at its waddling steps, dry fur, and the dry right eye, but still vigorously wagged its tail towards me, I picked up its front legs, and suddenly found that its claws had a long, long hair, just like the old man had a long beard, which was not delicate at all, remembering its round claws that used to be like bear paws, how could it suddenly grow old to this point. I shouted, "Mom, how come the hairs on fat feet are so long?" Mom said, "Old, if anyone were to be able to talk, it would be equivalent to seventy or eighty years old." "Yeah, it's really old, because I've grown so big!" Somewhat distressed, I stroked the bridge of its 60-degree recessed nose, and it turned out that the fat man's beard had inadvertently turned all white. The days are still living peacefully, and every time the family comes to visit the door, when they see the fat man, they have to sigh, "This dog is old and can't do it." "I'm afraid this dog has been in the company for more than ten years!" Yes, I have an old dog in my family, counting the age of fifteen years old, my family has an old dog, always have to pick the softest when eating, because its front teeth have long been quietly falling off at any time; I have an old dog, every year the sound of firecrackers and bamboo is always timidly hiding under the bed, because it has been afraid of firecrackers since childhood; my family has an old dog, even if it is in front of the car, it is not hurried to make way for you, because its left eye is also blind; my family has an old dog, lying in the sun at the gate; my family has an old dog, Spend years white, leisurely time...