I had my pet dog during the Christmas season and it was only a few months since my father died. He became my best friend and comforter. He listens when I cry and comes near to support me. We had many dogs that were poisoned by neighbors so Im pretty scared when he gets out of my sight for a long time. At a certain time of the day, around sunset, I call both my dogs. They usually come running home after I call for a few minutes. That day, I called around the rice field and searched around our neighbors for almost an hour. He is nowhere to be found. I began crying and breaking down. I was scared he will be poisoned. I consider him my family and only family at that time. I was already crying nonstop like crazy and he dog came out of nowhere from my back covered in mud. I hugged and slapped his fat butt. I bathed him and kept his leash on. Today, he has experienced and received a blow in his skull ( they are probably trying to cook him, many people here eat dogs) and he had been hit by a vehicle but he is still going strong. I really wish him a long life. Im planning to study veterinary medicine so i can help our animals.