A small life is precious to me.

This is a story that actually happened to the author. The author is an animal lover. which I would like to tell my friends about That what makes us happy isn't just money. But small lives like pets can also make us happy. and animals that we don't need to save money to buy But try looking down. Do you see it?

There is a little life that still needs a lot of love. Although it is not an imported breed It's not expensive or handicapped, but it can give you love. Maybe just one plate of rice There could be hundreds or thousands of words of thanks from those little lives sent to you.

My name is "Plaifah" and I'm a 12 year old girl. An ordinary kid who doesn't get along well with his friends. Makes me feel very lonely.

Even though I live with my parents But why do I feel lonely? Until one day... having a small life that others may view as worthless

It's not useful, but for me "not" is a small life. But it has meaning. It is a life that can give me happiness. It was a stray cat that probably lived in the neighborhood. Very docile to people While sitting outside breathing in the air on holiday It walked in. Then snuggled against my leg. The feeling at that time was "warm".

I loved it from the first sight. Even though we just met But I feel connected. I feel like I want to be together forever. After it came begging, I brought the fish into the house. Mix rice and give it to eat. And since then he has come to my house every day. Let's sleep together in the room. Mom and Dad give permission to raise them. But I have to take care of it myself. I love sitting with it, kissing it, cuddling it.

He stays in the house with me but goes out to play sometimes. People around me often say to me, "What do you get after raising it?" "Why give it food when it's never done anything to us?" "Why don't you just buy a new one? Take a beautiful one. I'll buy it for you." But for me, it's an important friend. Friends who are beside us when we are happy. When we are suffering

Even though some days there is no money to buy food for it to eat. But it never left me. And I was wondering how stray cats are different from bought cats. It has life too. living things of the same kind Instead of wasting money to buy a new one. Why don't we try collecting stray cats and raising them?

It will help alleviate the burden on society. Even though it's a stray cat, it doesn't mean it doesn't need love. Every living thing on earth, including humans, needs love.

1 year later, I began to enter my teenage years. and began to feel unable to bear the environment around him

Until I often had to secretly cry in my room. It was like he knew I was sad so he came and lay next to me. and look at me all the time Sometimes I like to accidentally vent my emotions at it. I've hit it a few times. But it hasn't left me. Stay by my side all the time When I sleep, I like to think about things idly, but suddenly this thought popped up in my brain.

If one day it disappears, how will I live my life? Have I raised it well enough? Will it hate me or not..."Don't leave me" and I cried and hugged it as it lay next to me all night. I'm afraid it will leave me. Even though I know that day will come...

Until...that day really came. When I came back from school, I don't know why I thought about it more than every day. I bought a ball for him to play with. But when I returned, I couldn't find it at home. At first I thought

It's probably going to hang out. Time passed and into the night it still hadn't returned. I was very worried and went out to ask my parents if they had seen it. My father and mother replied to me, “When a cat dies, it hides somewhere. And he's already very old.” Hearing that, the tears didn't stop flowing.

I quickly grabbed a flashlight and searched around the house for it and found it lying in the garage. It was wheezing and panting like it was suffering. full of blood I immediately took him to the veterinarian. The doctor said that he had been bitten by a dog and had lost a lot of blood. He had to come to terms with it... At that moment, his brain was completely white. It feels like the world is about to end. At that time, I really wanted to meet him.

The doctor said he was trying his best, but he couldn't feel anything.” I hurried over to find him and saw him lying there breathing heavily. I rushed towards it. and said to it, "You'll be fine. Be strong. You'll be fine. I love you. Stay and let me hug you first." Stay and let me squeeze your paw first.

Don't you want me to scratch your chin? Look, here's your ball. I bought it for you. You get up and play.” At that time, I wanted time to stay where I was. I don't want it to go away. I can't imagine what life would be like without it...He looked at me like he didn't want to close his eyes. I know it must be very painful, and I feel sorry for him.

It looked at me for a long time and then its mouth was bleeding. The last time I said to him, "I love you," he fell asleep for a while...and never woke up again. I carried it back to the house, dug a hole and buried it in the area where I first found it. "You are the best friend. I love you..."

"I love you...come get rich"