Chapter 49 Although I will be so sad

According to animal experts, the IQ of an adult dog is about equal to that of a three-and-a-half-year-old human child.I think this study is correct. After her mother got sick, Puma vaguely knew what happened, and she was more obedient than ever before. Before when I wanted to go out, Puma would look at me unwillingly, barking and clamoring to follow me. Now I just need to say to it: "Second brother is going to see mom, be good." Puma will shrink under the chair obediently and stop barking. The chemotherapy drugs killed almost all the white blood cells in the mother's body, and the resistance gradually approached zero. The mother repeated the cycle of fever and fever all day long, and was finally admitted to the isolation ward.In order not to bring bad germs to my mother, I will change into fixed clothes as soon as I get home, so that I can hold Puma to sleep, play with Puma, take Puma for a walk, and take a shower before going back to the hospital to take care of my mother. Clean new clothes.

Grandma angrily advised me not to hold Puma at all, saying, "It's all hair, it's really troublesome to keep changing clothes." But I can't help it, because I need it, and Puma also needs its second brother. One cold morning, I was wrapped in a quilt and lay on the bed. Puma, who also didn’t want to get out of bed, had nothing to do, so he kept licking my nostrils. His tongue kept rolling in and digging. Puma’s tongue was warm and hot. The more vigorous it is, it seems that there will always be endless snot. Slowly, I started to wonder. Usually, Puma will not eat my snot for more than three minutes. After three minutes, when the snot is gone, I will pull Puma away because my nose is too unobstructed and a little uncomfortable.Why is my nose so abnormal today?

I gently pulled away the energetic Puma, took out a piece of toilet paper and blew my nose. After blowing, I found that the toilet paper was covered with bright red blood. I froze for a moment, what the hell? In the past, I only got some nosebleeds from blowing my nose too hard and wiping it too hard. I have never used "flow" so much.Based on the enjoyment Puma just had, I have had a nosebleed for more than three minutes? Just when I was in a daze, Puma jumped up excitedly, sticking out her tongue and licking. "Hey, Puma, you want the second brother to bleed to death?" I pushed it away to calm it down.

I stared at the ceiling and thought wildly for a long time, it seemed that the bleeding had stopped, and then I went downstairs. After waking up, I told my elder brother about the nosebleed. My elder brother frowned and said, "Is it because the weather is too cold and the nasal mucosa is too sensitive or something? You'd better go and find out, mom is sick enough already." Brother and I should be thinking the same thing. My mother fell and injured her hand and bled profusely because of insufficient platelets.Now I have nosebleeds that don't stop. In the afternoon, I went to the laboratory opposite Zhangnv to have my blood drawn.

"What items need to be checked?" The nurse took out a form with many blank boxes to check. "...all tests." I feel very annoying. After a day of ups and downs, I read the report the next day and found that the data was all right, so I was relieved. How could you be so neurotic before?I feel that I can live by whatever posture I use in life, and it’s not bad at all. But after my mother got sick, I really felt that health is very important, especially taking care of my mother, everyone should be well. But Puma also fell. On my mother's birthday, my grandma woke me up early in the morning and asked me nervously if I wanted to take Puma to see a doctor. I was shocked and asked why. Grandma said that Puma looked weird.

I rushed downstairs, and my brother sat on a chair with Puma in his arms. "Just now Puma fell to the ground and smoked, and made a noise." The younger brother said. Puma's feet are weak, she can't sit properly, and she can hardly walk. She doesn't eat or drink, and her tongue is white and dry.But it was fine the night before!How could it suddenly become like this? I sighed, and the tension disappeared, replaced by helpless loneliness. After taking over Puma, its small body has almost no strength left, and it is a soft mass of hairy flesh. "Puma, are you going back?" I said distressedly, but my tone was surprisingly calm.

"Don't talk black and white over there!" Grandma frowned. Puma came into my life when I was three in my country. After all, it has been thirteen years. It has been thirteen years, and the little cutie lost all her teeth and had to expose half of her tongue all day long. Her beard is gray and her yellow hair is sparse. She cannot run fast, climb stairs, or jump out of bed. Her eyes are still a little white.A standard old dog. Puma looked at me and shrunk her body feebly. I put my finger on Puma's chest to detect, its heartbeat sometimes fast, sometimes slow.I leaned my nose against its mouth, but it didn't stick out its tongue to lick me, looking weak.

"Puma, why are you coming out to grab the show at this time? It's obviously not the time for you to appear on stage." I hugged it, feeling that it would close its eyes at any time and be awake. If my mother hadn't been sick, I would have cried at that time. But I suppressed the excited part and chose to accept it. Some people say that a dog will only recognize one person as its master in its lifetime. It's a great honor that Puma chose me who loves it the most. I have always been afraid that Puma will pass away when I was studying at university in Hsinchu, studying for a master's class in Taichung, writing in Taipei, or even serving in the army in the future.I've always wanted it to close its eyes one last time in my arms, and I think Puma thinks so too.

If Puma chooses to say goodbye to me at this time, isn't it also in line with our mutual wishes? Thirteen years, maybe enough.Although I will be very sad. When my brother came back from the hospital, he reminded me that Puma might be suffering from malnutrition, not the fact that he had reached the end of his life.My brother said that grandma was in a hurry, and she was feeding Puma randomly, such as steamed cakes, steamed buns, and a bowl of dusty dog ​​food that hadn’t been touched for a long time. I think it is indeed possible.It reminded me of how Puma was dying of a bad cold in her sophomore year.

So in the evening I went to the night market and bought a pork teppanyaki bento and came back with an extra poached egg with an undercooked yolk.I mixed the super fragrant pork slices and broth into the rice, squeezed the egg yolk, stirred it, and then ate it as usual, chewed it into a puree, and then put it in the palm of my hand. Puma sniffed, rolled to the corner, and refused to eat.I dabbed some on its mouth with my finger, and Puma barely took a bite.After taking a bite, the spirit came. "Ha, it's delicious, live for two more years, make up a whole number to spend fifteen years with my second brother, and let's say goodbye." I was very happy, watching Puma slowly eat the saliva pork egg yolk rice ball in his palm.

After eating three balls in total, Puma lay down and rested lazily. I am amazed that Puma eats so well when Mom is at home. Every time Mom buys steamed food, she will peel off the skin and put the stuffing inside for Puma to eat.Every time Ma fried noodles, she would carefully pick out the lean meat or shrimp inside and feed it to Puma.It happens like this every time, which makes me furious, so I have to order my mother Puma to be fed by me, and mother, you just have to eat your own food obediently, otherwise my mother will eat the dough from the beginning to the end. In the past, when Puma was sick, her mother would seriously feed her medicine. In the end, Puma was only convinced by her mother, and no one could tell Puma to lie down obediently and open her mouth except for her own hands.At home, only my mother and I can help Puma catch fleas.Mom is also the first person in the family to give up telling me not to hug Puma to sleep. Now, seeing the way Puma begged me to take him out to skim with his eyes again, and seeing Puma scratching the floor, I couldn't help but think... The translation of Puma's wailing on the ground this morning should be: "I'm~fast~hungry~dead~!"