When my grandmother passed away, my grandfather found himself alone in his house. Every time I visited him, he was by himself and was adamant about not wanting anyone to move in with him. So, I had the idea to give him a little dog I had rescued from the street.
He named the dog 'Chirulin,' and they do everything together: sunbathing, eating, going for walks, and watching TV. A few days ago, my grandfather fell ill, and during his time in the hospital, he wrote me a letter on how to care for 'Chirulin,' in case he didn’t make it out. He even included the recipe for the soup he makes for 'Chirulin.' All I could think about was asking him to write me a recipe for living without him.
He entrusted 'Chirulin' to our whole family. Yesterday, he was discharged, and of course, we brought 'Chirulin' to him. He hugged him tightly and whispered, "We need to hurry and do all those things we still want to do together. There’s not much time," and then he started laughing. Yes, my grandfather made a list of things he wants to do with 'Chirulin,' his loyal friend. Just seeing the way 'Chirulin' looks at him shows how deep their love is for each other.
To those who say it’s just a dog, I say: “Animals are a gift for the soul, a way to learn tolerance, respect, and love. True love doesn’t divide but unites. Loving teaches us how to love.”
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