Mr. Big

2016-07-18 作者： 1336阅读

Mr. Big
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I wanted to have a puppy so badly but I could not afford it, therefore I always stopped by oak animal shelter to visit puppies and some other animals on the way home from school. Every time I came to see them I felt how time flies. I was thrilled that Nancy asked me if I wanted to work in the shelter as volunteers during my spare time. I answered her with a big smile. It was fun and excited at the beginning however it turned to sadness and tears in the end.

Oak was a pretty small shelter, it did not take me long to get to know every one there. In addition to feeding small size animals like kittens, puppies and hamsters, I had special bond with an old English sheepdog--Mr. Big. I was a little afraid of him because he was about the same size as me, and thanks to his “long bang” I barely could see his eyes . It is worth to mention that he liked to play balloons by using his head and watching me through the “crack” of his long bang, which was really cute and hilarious. I fed him, I bathed him and I played with him, I especially enjoyed siting on the lawn and leaning on his fluffy body.

“Remember don’t feed him too much and no human’s food again, Mr. Big already 15 years old, he is too old to eat complicated food now, if you want to keep him longer, be careful with his food, ok ?” the doctor said to us, we nodded our heads and answered : “ok”.

Mr. Big seemed to back to normal after on diet for a week, he started to lick my hand when I was touching him like usual, he even had energy to play balloons again. I thought it was ok to feed him sausage, plus he was staring at me with these two puppy eyes, totally irresistible. “ time to go Janie ! we are already late!” “coming! wait up!” I run out in rush, I didn’t even look back. That night was the last time I ever see Mr. Big alive.

I was standing in the corner and crying like a baby, all the memories with Mr. Big flashed back in my head like flood running, and the dead silence in the hallway of the shelter almost drowned me to die. I wanted to touch Mr. Big’s fluffy body for the last time but I couldn’t do it because I hated myself so much for feeding him sausage and left him in such a hurry that night. I can’t fall to sleep at nigh, the feeling of guilty had been hunted me for weeks. Believe me I had my listen, I should have be more patience and followed the doctor’s words

When the moment I put myself together and started to think, I actually did nothing meaningful for the shelter at all, except for feeding, bathing ,and “murdered” a dog. I forget to mention that Oak was not only small but also old, there were many facilities that out of functions for years . It would be great if I could help the shelter to update equipment and purchase new medicines. Therefore, I built an online platform for fundraising for the shelter. To be honest, What I really wanted to do was to build a time machine, so I can travel back and stop myself killing Mr. Big.