The master had a dog at his house for almost seven or eight years, and since the dog had suddenly died of disease in the previous period, although it had nothing to do with it, there was no pain, perhaps the best way to leave the world.
Since the dog left, the cat in the house was not used to it, because before, the two were playing together every day, and suddenly one was missing, which was a little uncomfortable, but the cat also ate and drank it the third day after the dog died, and the master knew it, and it must have missed the dog, so he couldn't eat it. The master took his favorite food, but he didn't eat it. Even the master couldn't take it.
It's the third day of a cat who doesn't eat or drink, he doesn't go out all day, he doesn't play, he doesn't move, but it's the day when the cat jumps on the table, he rubs over there, the master doesn't find anything, he goes near it, and then he starts to cry. So there's a picture of a dog on the table that he sees, so he stays there, stares at it, looks at it, looks at its eyes, looks at it. Didn't you think the dog was still sensitive? It's been a long time, and it's natural.