A story of the pet dog— I want you to be alive(one)

A story of the pet dog— I want you to be alive(one)
The name of the pet dog is WHOLESALE PET PRODUCTS. That day was raning when meeting him. He has luxury hair around, watchful ears, clean eyes, slim legs and extending tail like seawead.
I sat down slowly, but his eyes was tracking every movement of mine. I stretched out my hands slowly, near, more near, suddenly he jumped aside. I laughed, what a pretty dog. He was only 8 months that time.
I did not remember when he felt safe to me. Wholesale dog carriers was clever, even slippery. Sometimes, I was thinkingwhat about if leave a child of 7 or 8 years old alone at home. He went through every day like that with no complaints. Every morning, I never thought that I would be spareted from him forever when I closed the door and saw his missing eyes in the sunshine.
As time passed, his beauty and being smart attract envy for me. For now, I am often confused that I love him because of the envy or I am proud because I own and love him.
China dog toys is independ, but he acts like a spoiled child at the proper time—stay on my foot lazily and follow my steps slowly.
Gradually, I enjoy the joy china dog supplies brings for me.
The habit is really terrible sometimes. I had forgot when he was not happy. It was all late when I stared the unclear eyes with worry.
I took him from hospital to home, then from home to hospital. I hope all the medicine can save him, and the cold face of the doctors can bring chance, even a little.
Small dog life jackets was very slient in my bosom. Wholesale pet beds did not struggle when threat into his blood vessle. at that time, I felt sad and realize he was not alive perhaps.
I took him back home with tears, and stared him peacely on the bed. I streched out my hands, near, more near, close near,…., life vests for dogs tried to stand up and swaged tail. His appearance is not clear in my eyes.