a letter to the distant dog

Dear Peas:

Are you ok?

Can you hear when I stand on the top of the mountain and call your name over and over again? Can you think of me when I cry because I miss you? When I dreamed of you because I missed you, did you cry together? "Doudou, where are you?"

Still remembering the scene of cheerful play together? Hey, time passed, and the happy hour of the year has not gone. In that black day: July 5, 2008, Peas left home. Peas, why are you so awkward to abandon me, don't want me, is it that I am not good to you? "Doudou, where are you, come and play with your sister!" I shouted firmly every day, but Peas did not look back.

The peas left, leaving joy and sorrow; the peas left, leaving scars that could not be smoothed in my heart; you left, took away the only laughter from the house; you left, my heart The only friend who can care with my love.

"Doudou, where are you?" In the distance, pass back and forth, heard? Peas? At this time, the corner of the mouth slipped through a tear, salty, sly. . . . . .

I wish you health and happiness!

Never miss your friend

satisfying