Everybody's beloved

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EVERYBODY'S BELOVED





When I met him, he was only 20 days old. At that time, he didn't know how to walk or how to drink milk from a feeding bottle. My mom tried so much to get him to drink from the feeding bottle, but he didn't like it. So, I tried spoon-feeding, and it worked as well. But guess what? If we do something well in a middle-class family, it becomes our duty to continue doing it. I mean, after that, it was my duty to feed him milk through a spoon. There are many more things to share about him. Actually, a pet owner can write a book about their pets, their behavior, plays, and stupidity, which always brings laughter whenever we remember them. In my case, in the morning, he starts making sounds because he feels hungry, then he goes under the bed and starts making cute sounds, so my mom gives him something to eat.

I'm writing very irrelevant content. Okay, so after a month, we sent him to our village again. But whenever we go to our hometown, he was the only one who always gets happy after seeing us together. Maybe I didn't notice this before or at the right time, but he developed some emotional connection with everyone in our family. As I can remember, once my big brother (whom I mentioned before in one of my blogs) slapped him because he tried to bite him. Of course, there was a reason behind this; they do something not for a purpose. After this skirmish, he didn't eat anything the whole day until my brother talked to him. He was in our cottage, in a corner. We will always remember him, but we can't love another pet as much as we loved him.



It will never be the same again as it was in our village. Now, I'm afraid of letting anything go. It feels like something has control over me. If something harms them, I feel bad for that. I don't want anything in my life that makes me feel controlled. Anyways, this blog is not for me; it's about him.

once he was playing around us when our family was near bonfire he ventured a bit too close to the flames he didn't realize that he burnt his own tail little bit



It's moments like these that we'll cherish forever, a playful reminder of the special bond we shared with our ponty


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