I didn' t share my dinner with our new dog. She was too small to be my pillow for television， and her bark was squeaky. When she begged for attention， I pushed her away. I spent a lot of time alone， feeling sorry for myself and wondering： Why did this have to happen to me？ What am I going to do now？ Why did Tippy have to die？
Time passed， and against my will， I started to understand some things. It felt like waking up a little at a time. I realized what little control any of us have over what happens to a dog. Sure， we can train them and tie them up and do everything right， but bad things can still happen. And， in spite of us， good things can happen too. That' s life. The best way to deal with the hard times is to figure out what I need to do for myself to get through them when they come， and to remember that hard times would pass.
I also discovered that my capacity to love didn' t die with Tippy. I became awfully lonely when I was trying to harden my heart. I began to realize that there were good things about Tinker Belle that were different from the good things about Tippy. I couldn' t rest my head on her little body， or pretend to ride Tinker Belle the way I had done with Tippy， but I could fit Tinker Belle into my backpack and carry her around.
I learned that I need to pet my dog whenever I can—and to really enjoy my time with her！Now I pet my dog slowly when I have the chance and quickly when I' m in a hurry， but I never leave the house without petting her.
I now deeply understand the"Circle of Life". Everyone is born， everyone dies， and that' s the way it is. If dogs never died， there would be no room for others like Tinker Belle... and her five cute puppies！
Best of all， I realized that Tippy left behind all of my good memories of him. And they come to me every time I call！
上學快遲到了，我打算衝過去趕校車。而我的狗，蒂皮，也衝到了我的前麵。我惱怒地想，你著什麽急？你又不會像我這樣來不及趕校車。當她跑到前門時，就順勢躺在了那裏，這是她要求親昵的一種方式。對於她這種不知羞恥、乞求憐愛的動作，我沒有回應，而是跳過她，用盡全力跑向等待著的黃色校車。