A few days ago, a friend of the Internet shared such a story, which was very moving...
The netizens said that the neighbor's grandmother had died because she was old, that she had no family, and that she was living with a little dog.
After the death of the neighbor's grandmother, the neighbor's grandmother wanted to adopt the dog, but the little dog disappeared since the master's death.
Six months later, when Grandma's family went to worship before the grave, they found a hole in the back of the grave, and they came close, and the family cried...
So this little doggy himself made a hole in the way he was with his dead master!
No one knows how the dog survives, where it eats, where it drinks, where it rains.
My friend's grandmother knew about it, so she took it home to take care of it, but the dog was never as lively as before.
Every year at the ceremony, Grandma lets her go with the neighbours' grandmother's family to visit her master at the grave, and every day, as she knows, the dog sits in front of her house and waits.
Every time I see a story about a loyal dog, how can we humans get such a great love?
In the end, I hope this dog will not be sad and live happily ever after.