Xiao Huang, are you okay in heaven? Looking back on that time now, I really miss it.

I remember when I picked you up, you were still as big as a bean, curled up next to the trash can, and your little body trembled in the cold wind because of my fear. At that time, I was a timid teenager and was bullied at school-I saw on TV that those big dogs were so loyal and powerful that I solved a guy who was not good to his master at once. I hold you like this. When my mother picked up food to seduce you and called you "yellow", I shouted at my mother, "It's a king. What do you mean, yellow?" Mother smiled. She put the food underground. But you "live up to expectations" and revolve around the bowl. I gave you a good kick and called you "useless". Am I rude?

You died in autumn, and I accidentally dropped his pen, which offended the "number one scholar" in my class. After school, I kept my head down and walked quickly as if I had a hunch. Suddenly, I saw a few feet around me, and I knew that the "boxing champion" had brought some local ruffians to clean me up. Sure enough, they left and kicked. I feel all my muscles twitching and all my nerves tense. Abdomen, back, ate several punches; Hands, feet, kicked a few times. "Woof, woof, woof" The familiar dog barked in my ear. It is you! You barked defiantly a few times, and the dog's hair got cold. You dare not move forward. It's no use pretending to be like you. In fact, I feel gratified from the bottom of my heart: finally, finally ... However, there is a bold guy who is not afraid of you, probably because you are thin (I often don't give you food) and he kicked you. "Someone is coming." I don't know who shouted, but they ran away like arrows. I hurried to check it out. "Your Majesty!" I cried and screamed. You, dead.

Sorry, Huang. Today, deep guilt is still in my heart.