缘份，是可遇不可求的，当一切的因缘聚足时，彼此就会相聚，当一切的因缘散了，彼此就得面对离别。。
以下是出自真心的真实写实，作者是我的外甥和他的女朋友，对一只缘来遇见的可爱小狗 - 名叫Happy, 这短暂但很珍贵的一段很感动的故事。。
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我们家一直有把吃不完的饭菜留给流浪狗的习惯，但老实说，我们都还是有点怕与流浪狗只靠得太近。
某一天，我像往常一样在厨房窗口轻轻地“啾啾啾”呼唤时，一只从未见过的小狗摇着尾巴跑了过来。它大概六个月大，不足一岁，瘦瘦小小，却充满着期待。我们随手把食物丢给它，它便开心地吃了起来。
从那天起，每一个下午，它都会准时报到。我们叫它的时候会来，不叫它时，它也会到后面轻轻吠几声，像是在说：“我来了，可以吃饭了吗？”我把这件事告诉了我的女朋友，因为她很喜欢动物。她来我家的第一件事，就是轻声呼唤那只小狗，看它会不会害怕人类。
起初，小狗的确有些戒备，但可能因为我们一直喂它，它很快就愿意靠近了。它第一次让人抚摸，就是让我的女朋友摸的。在她的鼓励下，我也试着伸手摸摸它。那一刻我才发现，狗狗原来这么的温柔、这么的可爱，也没我想象中可怕。我们很快和它建立起互相的信任感。我的女朋友就给它取了个名字叫——Happy。
刚开始我们不让它进 carpark 睡觉，可是后来发现它常常被附近的流浪狗欺负，我们心疼，就开始让它进来躲避。有时候它要上厕所，会在门口轻轻汪汪两声，像个懂事的小孩。它很乖，只在我家里失误过一次，其他时间都会自己出去解决。
就这样，日复一日，从 2024 年 5 月相遇，到 2025 年 6 月，它陪伴了我们大约一年零一个月。
今年四月份，我们发现它开始食欲不振，也没像以前那么的活泼了，便带它去看兽医。这是它第一次坐车，它乖得不得了，没有吵闹，只是需要有人坐在后座陪着它。
检查结果让我们心碎——它确诊了 tick fever。那段时间我们每天都担心它会不会撑不住，但它很勇敢，也很配合吃药，最后很感恩的，它竟然挺了过来。
其实我们之前做过很多关于狗瘟和 kutu 病的功课，有些了解狗瘟的情况，但因为当时我们还在念书，没有稳定收入，迟迟没能带它接种疫苗。等我们中学毕业，开始打工后，本打算等它完全康复，就带它去打疫苗的。。
然而某天晚上，我们发现它在一直挖嘴巴，以为只是卡着骨头，没多想。直到下个星期，我们见它又开始身体很虚弱，下巴不停的抽动，我心里，觉得很不对劲了，就再次带它去兽医做检查。
结果是我们最害怕听到的——
Happy 得了狗瘟。
一开始，它还能正常吃喝，只是后来越来越吃力。到后期嘴巴抽动得厉害，几乎张不开嘴，走路也走得不稳。我担心家人照顾不来，女朋友便把它接回自己家细心照料。到了她那边的头两天，它还能慢慢走动，但已经不能排便了。之后的每一天，Happy 的情况都在恶化。它的下半身渐渐瘫软，只能躺着，还会尿在身上，于是女朋友给它穿了尿片。
她每天用针筒喂它肉泥、喂药，早晚帮它吊水，防止脱水。最后的时期，因为它常呕吐也吃不下，她甚至在上班时利用短短一小时的休息时间赶回家喂它。Happy 一直很乖，没有吵闹，只是嘴巴紧闭，让我们为它喂食变得越来越困难。
最让我们心碎的是，它偶尔会挣扎着想站起来，可是它的身体已经不再听使唤，每次都重重倒下。我们带它回兽医复诊，医生告诉我们：狗瘟的存活率极低，十只狗中，可能只有一只撑得过去，而且那唯一能活下来的，情况会变得越来越稳定、越来越好。但 Happy 的状况却每天都在下滑。医生劝我们要做好心理准备。
医生建议我们尝试针灸辅助治疗，我们立刻带它去，甚至还约好了下一次治疗的日期。那时 Happy 身上已经开始出现褥疮，我们用尿垫帮它垫着，一边烦恼还能怎样让它更舒服一些。
可是 Happy 没能撑到下一次的针灸。
今年6 月 23 日，我女朋友下班回到家时，发现 Happy 已经静静地离开了，去了汪星当小天使。。
隔天刚好是我的休日，我就连夜的赶回来。当我摸到它渐渐僵硬的小小身躯，眼泪根本止不住。它是我第一只养的狗，我们那么的努力、那么的用心地照顾它，却没能救回它。我们一直在盼望，祈求，相信奇迹会出现。。。
女朋友在店里收到她母亲的消息时，也忍不住痛哭。她哭了好久，才鼓起勇气回家面对 Happy。一看到它，她的泪水又如决堤般落下，过去一年所有的美好且珍贵的回忆，在瞬间不断的涌现。
我们最后轻轻摸着 Happy 的头，摸着它冰凉的小爪子，替它拍下最后一张照片，然后把它带回我家安葬。我们放了往生纸，女朋友的同事还送来了往生花。我们只希望，小小的 Happy 能在汪星里永远的快乐。
短短的一年，Happy 带给了我的生活太多的改变。因为Happy ，我多了许多欢乐，让感觉些许似无聊的日子，充满和填满多多的活力和美好的感动，我再也不再害怕小动物。我第一次那么深刻地学会了什么叫＜责任＞。
‘’。。对不起，没有照顾好你，我的小 Happy。。‘’
我和女朋友决定，以后我们还会一起养小动物。我们永远不会忘记我们的第一只小狗——Happy。未来，我们会养一只长得和它很像的小狗，让它像是带着 Happy，继续走完 Happy 没来得及走完的路，和再养一只小黑狗陪伴着它。
‘’。。Happy，谢谢你来过我们的生命里。。‘’ 🙏
轩
<My Little Dog 🐕 - Happy>
Fate is something you can't force. When all the conditions are right, we meet; when they're gone, we must part.
The following is a heartfelt, true story told by my nephew and his girlfriend about a lovely little dog they met by chance—named Happy. This short but precious and touching story...
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Our family has always had the habit of leaving leftover food for stray dogs, but honestly, we're still a little afraid of getting too close to them.
One day, as usual, I gently called out from the kitchen window, and a little dog I'd never seen before came wagging its tail. It was about six months old, less than a year old, thin and small, but full of anticipation. We casually tossed it some food, and it happily ate it.
From that day on, every afternoon, it would come punctually. It comes when we call it, and even when we don't, it'll come to the back and bark softly a few times, as if saying, "I'm here, can I eat now?" I told my girlfriend about this because she loves animals. The first thing she did when she came to my house was to gently call the puppy to see if it was afraid of humans.
At first, the puppy was indeed a little wary, but perhaps because we kept feeding it, it quickly became willing to come closer. The first time it was petted was by my girlfriend. With her encouragement, I also tried reaching out to pet it. At that moment, I realized that dogs are so gentle, so cute, and not as scary as I had imagined. We quickly built a sense of trust with it. My girlfriend named it Happy.
At first, we didn't let it sleep in the carpark, but later we found that it was often bullied by the stray dogs in the neighborhood, and we felt sorry for it, so we started letting it come in to hide. Sometimes when it needs to go to the bathroom, it will bark softly twice at the door, like a well-behaved child. It's very well-behaved; it only made a mistake once in my house, and the rest of the time it would go out to relieve itself on its own.
And so, day after day, from our first meeting in May 2024 to June 2025, it accompanied us for about a year and a month.
This April, we noticed it had lost its appetite and wasn't as lively as before, so we took it to the vet. It was its first time in a car, and it was incredibly well-behaved, not fussy at all, just needing someone to sit in the back seat with it.
The test results were heartbreaking—it was diagnosed with tick fever. During that time, we worried every day whether it would survive, but it was brave and cooperated well with taking its medication. Thankfully, it pulled through.
Actually, we had done a lot of research on canine distemper and kutu disease beforehand, and knew a bit about canine distemper, but because we were still in school at the time and didn't have a stable income, we couldn't get it vaccinated. After we graduated from high school and started working, we planned to take it for vaccination once it was fully recovered.
However, one night, we noticed it was constantly digging at its mouth. We thought it was just a bone stuck in its throat and didn't think much of it. The following week, we noticed it was very weak again, its jaw twitching constantly. I felt something was wrong and took it to the vet again.
The result was the one we dreaded most—Happy had canine distemper.
At first, it could eat and drink normally, but it became increasingly difficult. Later, its mouth twitched so badly it could barely open its mouth, and it walked unsteadily. Worried that my family couldn't handle it, my girlfriend took it home and cared for it meticulously. For the first two days at her place, it could still walk slowly, but it couldn't defecate. Every day after that, Happy's condition worsened. Its lower body gradually became limp, and it could only lie down, urinating on itself, so my girlfriend put diapers on it.
She fed it meat puree and medication daily with a syringe, and gave it IV fluids morning and night to prevent dehydration. In the final stages, because it frequently vomited and couldn't eat, she even used her short one-hour break at work to rush home to feed it. Happy had always been well-behaved, never making a fuss, but its mouth was always tightly shut, making it increasingly difficult for us to feed it.
What broke our hearts most was that it would occasionally struggle to stand up, but its body wouldn't obey, and it would collapse heavily each time. We took it back to the vet for a checkup, and the doctor told us that the survival rate for canine distemper is extremely low; out of ten dogs, perhaps only one will survive, and even then, the one that survives will become increasingly stable and better. But Happy's condition was deteriorating every day. The doctor advised us to prepare ourselves.
The doctor suggested we try acupuncture as an adjunct treatment, and we took it immediately, even scheduling the next appointment. By then, Happy had started to develop bedsores, and we used pee pads to support it, all the while worrying about how else to make it more comfortable.
But Happy didn't make it to the next acupuncture session.
On June 23rd of this year, when my girlfriend came home from get off work, she found that Happy had quietly passed away, gone to dog heaven to become a little angel.
The next day happened to be my day off, so I rushed back that very night. When I touched its small, gradually stiffening body, I couldn't stop crying. It was my first dog, and we had tried so hard, cared for it so attentively, yet we couldn't save it. We kept hoping, praying, believing in a miracle...
When my girlfriend received the news from her mother at the shop, she couldn't help but cry too. She cried for a long time before mustering the courage to go home and face Happy. As soon as she saw it, her tears flowed like a burst dam, all the beautiful and precious memories of the past year flooding back in an instant.
We gently stroked Happy's head, touched its cold little paws, took one last picture of it, and then took it home for burial. We placed funeral paper money, and my girlfriend's colleague even brought flowers. We only hoped that little Happy could be happy forever in dog heaven.
In just one short year, Happy brought so many changes to my life. Because of Happy, I've experienced so much joy. My days, which once felt somewhat dull, are now filled with vitality and wonderful emotions. I'm no longer afraid of animals. For the first time, I've truly learned the meaning of responsibility.
'I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you, my little Happy.'
My girlfriend and I have decided that we will continue to raise pets together in the future. We will never forget our first puppy—Happy. In the future, we will raise a puppy that looks a lot like it, so that it can continue Happy's unfinished journey, and we will also raise another little black dog to accompany it.
'Happy, thank you for coming into our lives.' 🙏
Xuan
