Owning a dog is like walking a spiritual path. Each year that passes with my furry friend by my side, I gather not just joy but an inexplicable sorrow and melancholy that only those who have walked this road can understand. On this beautiful Sunday, I imagine having my own garden, grilling with my parents, surrounded by the warmth of my dog – it would be so cozy. I don't need a child; I just need to love someone deeply, for as long as we both shall live, with our loyal companion by our side, amidst the scent of flowers.

Recently, I caught a glimpse of him. He has a tiny, round head, about the size of my father's fist. His ears, triangular and large, his eyes big and round, like sparkling black beads on his face. His nose and mouth are small, and when you touch them, they are moist. His brown short fur feels soft and warm.

In the midst of my busy life, spending quality time with my beloved canine fills my heart with endless happiness. Whether at an exhibition or in a tent during a camping trip in the rain, the warmth and love shared with my dog is something I will never forget.

A dog is a living, breathing bundle of joy and warmth. They bring us countless beautiful memories, each pet an indispensable part of our lives. The arrival of a new dog, a small, black bundle of energy, brought endless laughter and joy to our home.

"Little Black," as we named him, was as mischievous as he was cute. He would tear through our home, leaving toys and trash in his wake, but we could only laugh at his antics. He was also incredibly smart. Once, when we hid a snack, he managed to sniff it out with his nose.

Little Black was our loyal companion, always by our side. He would run and play with us, chasing us around the house, strengthening our bond and giving us both exercise. We prepared special dog food for him, and he loved it. Seeing him enjoy his meals made us feel fulfilled.

Bath time was also a special moment for us. We washed his fur clean, making him even more adorable. Sometimes, we would take Little Black on trips, to the beach or the mountains, giving him the chance to explore and exercise.

Despite being generally healthy, Little Black had his moments of illness. One time, he got an upset stomach, and we had to take him to the vet. But he recovered quickly, and we were relieved to have him back.

Time flew by with Little Black by our side. Those moments with our furry friend were precious and fleeting. We will always cherish the memories we have with Little Black, even though he has passed on.

His departure was a heavy blow. We couldn't imagine life without him. We believe Little Black is living a happy life in heaven, but we will always miss him.

Although Little Black is gone, his memory will always live on in our hearts. We will remember the good times we shared with him. His spirit will continue to live on in us, and we will continue to care for other pets, giving them the love and affection they deserve.

Without pain or worry, we believe Little Black is living a blissful life in heaven. He is free to run and play, enjoying the moments of happiness that belong only to him.

We must say goodbye to Little Black. But we will always remember the beautiful memories he left behind. May Little Black live happily ever after in heaven!