While browsing my phone, I accidentally stumbled upon a cry for help post. [I only have 5 days left to live. How should I say goodbye to my owner so she won't be sad?] [Should I pretend to run away and die secretly outside?] The comment section was filled with dog profile pictures. [This pup thinks that's a bad idea. Your owner will definitely feel guilty.] [Yeah, last time I accidentally got lost, my owner looked for me for half a month, even quit her job. What if your owner does the same?] [Sigh, if only we could talk to humans, we could ask them what kind of goodbye they prefer.] I was stunned. I commented: [If I were the owner, I would want to receive a ball made of my fur baby's own fur. That way, when I miss it in the future, I can look at it, touch it, and have something to remember it by.] The original poster quickly thanked me. [That's a good idea! But I don't have much time left, I can't collect naturally shed fur anymore. I can only pluck the fur from my tail.] Not long after, my dog jumped onto my bed with a fur ball of the same color as itself in its mouth. Seeing its bald tail, I froze. 1 [OP, are you seriously ill? Why do you only have 5 days left?] [If you're in pain, just whine continuously or stop eating, humans will notice and take you to the hospital.] The original poster replied: [Not sick, I'm just too old, dying of old age.] A user with a Golden Retriever profile picture advised: [I still suggest you tell your owner, let her be mentally prepared.] [You've lived to such an old age, your owner must care about you very much. If you suddenly pass away, she definitely won't be able to accept it.] The poster sent a sad emoji. [But I want Mom to shed fewer tears.] [I'm also very scared that after I die, Mom won't be able to handle the blow and will die with me.] As soon as these words came out, the comment section exploded. [You don't even draft your lies. Owner dying with you? I've lived for seven or eight years and never seen a human die for a pet.] [Exactly, you really think you're something special. Just because humans can't reach you here, you're spewing nonsense.] People got more and more agitated. But the poster replied patiently one by one. [I'm not lying. Mom was very sick before. When she got sick, she would always hug me and say if I wasn't here, she wouldn't live either.] [So I exercised every day and ate a lot, just to live a few more years to accompany Mom. But I'm really too old.] He sent a loud crying emoji. [I really hope Mom can live happily.] 2 When I scrolled to this post, my best friend Chloe and I had just finished choosing a pet villa. Driving the car, Chloe said, "For Jumpy to choose you as its owner in this life is simply the greatest happiness for a dog." "A pet play castle for fifteen hundred a day, and you rented it without blinking. How many dogs can live such a luxurious life?" I laughed: "Last time he saw puppies playing on TV, he was so excited. I thought, what other dogs have, my dog must have too." "Although it does hurt my wallet a bit, two months' salary gone." Chloe rolled her eyes at me, "Stop pretending. Give you another chance, and you'd still pay the deposit without hesitation." The scenery outside the window receded. She sighed: "Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, Jumpy is almost 14." I nodded in agreement. But my gaze was drawn to the post where the poster asked: "Can I pretend to run away and die secretly outside? Will Mom feel better this way?" For some reason, I suddenly thought of Jumpy at home with his graying muzzle. 3 So I commented: "I don't recommend this. The owner will be heartbroken." "I have a dog myself. If the day comes when he passes away, I hope he can die peacefully in my arms, not die pitifully in a place I can't see." Pausing, I commented again. "If you really want to make your owner less sad, why not make a ball of fur from your body and give it to her? That way, when she misses you in the future, she can look at it, touch it, and have something to remember you by." As soon as I sent this... Users with different dog avatars all sent me question marks. Only then did I notice that everyone was commenting from the perspective of small animals, while I was using a human perspective. Just as I wanted to delete and repost. The poster replied to me: [Your idea is great! I'll go make one for my owner right now.] [But I don't have time to collect shed fur, I can only pluck fur from my tail.] 4 He sent a string of four or five happy emojis. After replying with a "Fighting!", I opened the dog owners' group chat where Jumpy often played. Invited them to attend Jumpy's birthday party in 5 days with their fur babies. Cheers erupted in the group. But my thoughts were pulled by that help post. I refreshed the post from time to time, wanting to see how the poster was doing. Maybe because I also have an old dog at home, so seeing that post, even knowing it was written by a human, I couldn't help but project it onto my own dog. Chloe laughed out loud. "Apart from being old, where does your Jumpy look like an old dog?" "When he goes out to play, he runs faster than a two-year-old puppy. Energetic as a calf, don't project blindly." I was amused by her string of adjectives. Thinking, yes. Jumpy eats well and drinks well. A few days ago, when I asked him how much longer he could accompany me, he chose the 10-year card. Dogs don't lie. Endless warmth surged in my heart. Clutching the new toy I bought for him, I wished I could fly home immediately. 5 But when I opened the door. I saw Jumpy with a fur ball in his mouth, stuffing it into my hand like offering a treasure. My whole body stiffened. Why was his tail bald? At the same time, my phone buzzed. It was the poster sending me feedback. "Sorry, my owner doesn't seem to like the fur ball very much. Usually, when I bring her toys, she kisses and praises me, but today she is motionless, and her expression is strange too." A Tibetan Mastiff avatar replied first: "I think you were afraid of pain and didn't dare to pluck fur!" The poster got anxious and threw a picture. "Look at what my mom is holding, isn't it this dog's fur!" "I'm about to die, would I be afraid of this little pain!?" When I saw the content of the picture clearly. I could hardly breathe. In the picture, a black fur ball the size of a ping pong ball was placed in a palm. But what attracted my attention. Was the small red mole on that palm. I moved my gaze to my palm. The bald tail, the identical fur ball. If all these were coincidences. Then what about this red mole? 6 My heart felt like it was gripped by an invisible giant hand. I immediately clicked on the poster's homepage. "Bit an old man today, Mom was very angry, but I only bit him because I saw him taking pictures up Mom's skirt with his phone. Mom blamed me wrongly." "Grandma and Grandpa passed away. Although they treated Mom very badly, Mom is still very sad, crying secretly every night. When I find out, she cries even louder, saying she only has me left, asking me to accompany her forever. But I'm also very old, sigh..." Reading this. I reflexively looked at the date. June 28, 2024. My parents died in a car accident that month. I went to check the date of biting someone. October 2, 2024. And last October, Jumpy indeed bit someone. Paid 2000 dollars in compensation. My hands trembled uncontrollably. Before further verification. The poster sent me a private message proactively. "Hello, my name is Jumpy." "Are you a human?" Seemingly afraid I would find it rude. He added another sentence. "Our forum is for dogs only. Usually, dogs are talking, but I feel the way you talk is different from them." "So I took the liberty to ask you." "If it's inconvenient, you don't have to reply." My eyes were sore. I asked with trembling hands: "Why are you called Jumpy?" The other side said: "Because when Mom picked me up, I had a broken leg. She hoped that even with only three legs, I could still jump around lively." Tears smashed onto the screen instantly. Unwilling to give up, I issued another command. "Go pick up your favorite toy for your mom right now." After sending this sentence. I immediately looked at Jumpy. I saw him tilt his head in thought first. Then, he turned and ran towards his favorite little yellow duck plushie. Watching him run towards me with a smile on his face despite missing a hind leg. The last nerve supporting me collapsed completely.
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