Every time I call him three or four times, he will come over arrogantly, but no matter where I am, he will always run over, take one look at me, and then run away again when he realizes nothing is wrong.
Every time I hold him and kiss him, he looks at me with disgust.
Every time I change clothes, he will always stand at the window and look at me.
Every time I go to the bathroom, he always waits at the door for me to come out.
I have had many painful experiences, which at one time led to severe depression, extreme social anxiety, and extreme fear of contact with people. I never dared to go to crowded places because when there were too many people, my brain would go blank and I would lose consciousness and faint.
After raising puppies and kittens, they brought me a lot of happiness.
Before I knew it, I was no longer depressed and no longer fearful of society.
Due to some experiences, my health is not good and I have been suffering from illness.
I was once worried that I would die in front of cats and dogs, so I saved a little money for them, explained my funeral arrangements early, and arranged their future.
To me, it's mutual redemption.
I picked them up wandering around.
They cured my depression.
But I never thought that separation would come so quickly.
The one-and-a-half-year-old little guy suddenly got cat plague. Treatment was ineffective for three days and he passed away on the fourth day.
When you are sick.
Call him and he will agree. Although it is very difficult to stand up, he still tries his best to crawl in front of me, wants me to touch my head, and rubs me hard.
It's like comforting me, and it's like a final farewell.
Until I can't stand up at all.
He will try his best to look at me, even if he can't respond to me.
Suddenly it was gone.
Even if it is the end of my life, I can accept it happily.
But I really never thought that he would leave so suddenly.
It wasn't until I held his stiff body and buried him with my own hands that I truly understood that I had lost Big Orange forever.