Mocha was the first thing. My female brown dog. Mocha was my first dog who survived, and despite her difficult illness, she had me as her nurse. Every person in our neighborhood admires her because she was so lovely. If she doesn't hear me count from one to three and say "go," she won't eat. I truly believe that she has adapted to my expectations, and that was a significant part of me. She was actually like a baby to us, so I call her baby mocha. My entire family treated her like a family. Because of her positive attitude, they play with her, give her hugs, and carry her like a baby. They really love her. My grandmother's decision to kill Mocha after giving birth to her for the second time made everyone in our family sad. After hearing the news, I lost strength and spoke poorly of grandma. She wept when grandma told her side. She stated, "I was forced to do so because if mocha will give birth for another time, we will no longer be able to afford to take her children." While I can empathize with her, I simply cannot accept the fact that my first ever survivor dog was killed and eaten.
Mocha is forever in our hearts, and she will never be forgotten. I always have her in my heart as her owner and family.
Dark followed. One of the baby mochas. Because Dark is a male dog, Grandma loves him. His shade really appeals to me, because he actually resembles his mother, I recognize mocha in Dark's image. I gave him the name Dark because he is black, and the most common name for a black dog is black. I gave him the name Dark because I want something new. Dark is very spoiled by grandma, whenever he asks for bread in the morning, Dark will make a cute face at grandma and grandma will ask me to buy a bread. Until you notice him, he won't let you go your way. He will make his cute face and set it. He will also wait for me to count from one to three before eating, just like his mother does. The family also adored him, and to be honest, many had admiration for Dark. He or she will buy him because of his kindness and attractive posture, according to many. Naturally, I say no because I just told them that if I let them have Dark, I won't have anything left. Also, they just keep admiring Dark.
Dark when he was still a baby, vs. now
Yeah he like that sleeping position. And he never sleep on the floor, he sleep in the chair.
Just look how sweet grandma and dark is. So beautiful to see, their connection and love.
When he wants something, this is him. And who could turn down Dark's adorable smiley face?
My love for Dark is greater than my love for mocha, who is his mother. Additionally, Dark helps me avoid missing mocha because whenever I see him, I also see mocha. They are both a family and my happiness. I never treated them like animals because, for me and grandma mocha and dark, they are more like family members than dogs, so we let them eat what we eat. Dogs will act based on how you treat them, and I am extremely fortunate to have my lovely, kind dogs. Their love is pure.
Every pet deserves a good and caring owner, because just like us humans, they also feel hungry, sad, mad, disappoint and they also want to feel love and being loved.