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A Dog’s Retreat

The riverbank was quiet except for the water’s ripple. I spotted a Golden Retriever lying in the shallows. His coat shimmered faintly, but his drooping eyes betrayed something deeper.

I called softly, waving a stick, but he didn’t move. Slowly emerging, water dripping, I noticed a large tumor on his side. He wasn’t relaxing; he was enduring. Before I could help, he disappeared, leaving ripples behind.

The Golden Retriever lay in the river, his fur glistening as he quietly sought relief from the heat, masking a deeper struggle.

Something Was Wrong

The dog remained aloof, his gaze distant, as my attempts to connect failed to breach whatever weighed on him.

The Golden Retriever in the river had a tumor on his side. He seemed to seek solace in the water, his pain guiding his actions.

Lost in the Water

The Golden Retriever lay in the river, still and quiet. The heat was intense, but his forlorn eyes hinted at more than a need to cool off. The water seemed to comfort him. When he emerged, I saw a large tumor on his side, revealing his unspoken pain.

By the time I decided to help, the golden retriever had vanished, leaving ripples in the water.

By the Shore

The next morning, I returned to the park and found the Golden Retriever by the water. His coat was dull, and a tumor attracted insects. Despite this, he greeted me with a wag of his tail. I couldn’t turn away from him.

The Golden Retriever had a large tumor attracting insects. Despite his condition, his tail swished faintly, showing gentle resilience.

A Sickly Friend

This little fellow greeted everyone with a wagging tail and bright eyes. Despite his fragile health, he leaned into my touch, his trust unwavering and spirit resilient.

He didn’t react when I patted his head, though his frail body was clearly battling suffering.

A Quiet Vigil

It was my first time in such a situation, but his trusting eyes made me resolve to act despite my uncertainty.

I stayed by his side, my heart heavy. He lay silently, his body still. In that moment, a fragile bond formed of quiet understanding.

Tangguo’s Burden

The tumor on Tangguo’s body was large, leaving nearby villagers reeling. Despite his condition, he approached everyone with a wagging tail, hoping for kindness. No one understood how such a loving dog endured his burden.

They said the dog’s name was Tangguo, tied to a creature battered by pain and neglect. The name clung to him like an echo of a life where someone once called out to him with love, before sadness overtook everything.

A Second Chance

I wondered if Tangguo’s previous owner had abandoned him because of his tumor. How could anyone leave such a gentle, trusting creature behind? Tangguo deserved better, and I vowed to give him the care and love he’d been denied.

On the tenth day, I brought Tangguo to the hospital. He wagged his tail as the doctors prepared him for surgery. The tumor was removed, marking a step toward healing.

Healing and Happiness

Each day during his recovery, I prepare nutritious meals to help him regain strength. Watching him eat fills me with joy. He seems lighter, tail wagging in gratitude, and I smile seeing him lively again.

When it’s time to head outside, Tangguo moves with a spring in his step, his tail swishing. His light movements contrast with his once defeated posture, as playing now fills him with purpose.

New Morning Walks

When Tangguo plays, he loses track of time, refusing to head home as the day ends, eager to continue the adventure.

On the eleventh morning, I clipped Tangguo’s leash, and we set out. His tail wagged, his steps light. Tangguo sniffed every blade of grass and wagged at friendly faces. He was thriving, and I wondered how I’d lived without him.

Hospital Visit

Tangguo, recovering from his ordeal, greeted everyone cheerfully. With new human and canine friends, he was rediscovering joy and growing more confident with each step.

On the fifteenth day, I brought Tangguo to the hospital for a check-up. He sat calmly by my side. The doctor said he’d need to stay overnight to remove his stitches. I settled him in, gave a reassuring pat, and headed home.

Following Me

Tangguo stayed by my side. After his stitches were removed, the doctor advised overnight observation. I settled him into the recovery room and walked away, feeling a mix of worry and hope.

After ensuring Tangguo was settled for his hospital stay, I headed home. The house felt still, but this was part of his recovery journey.

Recovery and Care

On the thirtieth day after bringing Tangguo home, I prepared nutritious meals to help him regain strength. He had gone from a frail dog to one with a healthy appetite, shinier fur, and a wagging tail, symbolizing his growing vitality.

Tangguo has grown heavier but remains a kind, gentle soul, wagging his tail with enduring warmth.

The Still Goldfish

Tangguo gently returned goldfish to the pond but didn’t realize they wouldn’t swim again. He stayed by the water daily, watching and protecting them like old friends.

Tangguo, a gentle soul, saw goldfish struggling out of water. Instinctively, he returned them to the pond. Though he stood by wagging his tail, the fish remained still, their energy gone.

Little Fish Friends

Each day, Tangguo sits by the pond, watching the fish. Their movements bring him solace and a sense of connection with the world.

Tangguo found comfort by the pond, watching the fish swim. Their gentle movements brought him calm amidst his hardships. To him, they were loyal companions.

Tangguo’s New Toy

On the thirty-third day, Tangguo, a mischievous Golden Retriever, developed a habit of chewing everything.

To protect my furniture from Tangguo’s chewing, I gave him a chew toy. He eagerly gnawed on it until he fell asleep mid-play, still clutching it.

Tangguo’s Defiance

Tangguo loved playing with his chew toy, gnawing at it with energy. He wrestled for hours until exhausted, drifting off to sleep mid-chew, the toy still in his paws.

By the thirty-fifth day, Tangguo spat at me when I didn’t share my meal, then barked and boldly snatched food off my plate.

Playful Tangguo

When I scold Tangguo, he barks, tail wagging, then lunges and steals my food, leaving me unsure whether to laugh or lecture.

By day forty-two, Tangguo’s energy persisted. Rain or shine, he dashed through puddles, soaked but joyful. Seeing me, he’d slow, parade his drenched self, tail wagging. I’d grab a towel and dry him off, marveling at his spirit.

Tangguo’s Antics

Tangguo hurries over, head down, feigning sorrow. I kneel, drying his fur while he soaks up the attention with a mischievous glint.

Tangguo gently nudged goldfish back into the pond and seemed content watching them, finding quiet happiness in their company.

Lost in the Swim

After his hospital stay, Tangguo withdrew from friends, preferring solitude by the pond, watching goldfish in quiet contentment.

Tangguo sits by the pond, his eyes fixed on the goldfish, their movements a quiet joy. His gaze steady, as if promising to watch over them.

Changing Eyes

Seeing Tangguo happy by my side feels like a gift. From a frail dog by the river to a vibrant companion, his once hopeless eyes now sparkle with life.

Tangguo’s eyes, once sorrowful, now brim with curiosity, exploring the world with wonder.

Tangguo’s Defiance

Tangguo feels like a mischievous child. I scrub his golden coat, pick out toys, and his joy makes the effort worthwhile.

On the forty-seventh day, Tangguo’s ears perked up as I reached for the treats, his facade of obliviousness slipping instantly. He knew how to sniff out a reward.

Motivated by Snacks

As I pulled out a treat, Tangguo’s ears perked up, his head shot up, and his eyes locked onto my hands with anticipation.

Tangguo only picked up trash if a treat was promised. He’d strut back with the trash, lingering for his reward.

The Persistent Beggar

Tangguo takes the treat and stays nearby, watching me with hopeful eyes and a wagging tail, quietly seeking another morsel.

On the fiftieth day, Tangguo sat in front of me with a pitiful expression, head tilted, pleading eyes locked on mine. He let out a small whine, determined to earn extra treats. I caved, unable to resist.

A Playmate for Tangguo

Tangguo was persistent about getting food. He barked, tilted his head, and pawed at me until I gave in.

On the fifty-third day, I brought home a stray named Binggan to keep Tangguo company. The dogs eyed each other cautiously, but soon bonded. By mealtime, they were playfully jostling. Their tails wagged as they waited for their food.

Eager Eaters

Tangguo and Binggan devoured the meal I prepared. They circled me with wagging tails and eager eyes before I set their bowls down.

As I approached with their meal, Tangguo and Binggan wagged their tails. Their eyes were fixed on the bowls in my hands.

Tangguo’s Effort

On the fifty-fifth day, I tripped during a walk with Tangguo and Binggan. Tangguo, though frail, helped me up with determination. Then, we helped Binggan using treats to motivate both dogs.

Tangguo, fragile but determined, pulled me to my feet despite wobbling legs. His damp fur clung to him as he panted, yet he didn’t falter. Our bond felt unshakable, and his act left me grateful.

Teamwork and Treats

Once I recovered, Tangguo and I helped Binggan up. One golden retriever steadied himself. The other pushed forward with encouragement from treats.

Tangguo and Binggan wagged their tails. They worked together for treats, and their cooperation was a heartwarming reminder of our bond.