Niuniu, daddy, mummy and I thank you for your 15 years of company.
I won’t hear your yowling when I knock on the door, and no one will eat my left-over anymore.
So you understand my words after all. I whispered at your ear last night, “If it’s too painful, just let it go.” I didn’t expect you to understand. This became our last pillow talk.
Niuniu, I might not have another dog in my life, as you are the one grew up with me. When I have kids, they will hear your story form me, and I will find a puppy growing up with them. If you like, please come back to our family, grow up with my children again.