jack
The big black dog in my family lived for fourteen or fifteen years. At last, his eyes got dazzled and he couldn't eat, but his sense of smell was always good. No matter day or night, the master can be distinguished, and the big tail keeps shaking. He stood up as tall as me, then suddenly he left home one day and never came back. I knew it wouldn't come back. I knew that dogs were always like this before they died. They silently walked out of the sight of the families and disappeared without a trace. At that moment, my heart ached. People have feelings, and dogs are loyal to their owners. How can people not be sad? Since then, I have stopped raising dogs. It may be that when people get older, they can't stand it more and more psychologically, and they like it but never dare to touch it again.
Feb 15, 2021 6:32 PM
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The big black dog in my family lived for fourteen or fifteen years. At last, his eyes *became rheumy*(?) and he couldn't eat, but his sense of smell was always good. No matter day or night, *he could recognize his owner*, and the big tail *kept wagging*. He stood up as tall as me, then suddenly he left home one day and never came back. I knew *he* wouldn't come back. I knew that dogs were always like this before they died. They silently walked out of the sight of *their* families and disappeared without a trace. At that moment, my heart ached. People have feelings, and dogs are loyal to their owners. How can people not be sad? Since then, I have stopped raising dogs. It may be that when people get older, *it gets harder and harder for them to take* psychologically, and they like it but never dare to touch it again.
Hello Jack, your English is excellent! The changes I've suggested are mostly subtle details. I'm sorry about your family's dog! It's sad when a pet dies, especially when they've been a part of the family for so long.
February 15, 2021
The big black dog in my family lived for fourteen or fifteen years. At last, his eyes got dazzled (dimmed?) and he couldn't eat, but his sense of smell was always good. No matter day or night, his master could be distinguished, and his big tail kept wagging. He stood up as tall as me, then suddenly he left home one day and never came back. I knew he wouldn't come back. I knew that dogs were always like this before they died. They silently walked out of the sight of the families and disappeared without a trace. At that moment, my heart ached. People have feelings, and dogs are loyal to their owners. How can people not be sad? Since then, I have stopped raising dogs. It may be that when people get older, they can't stand it psychologically more and more, and they like it but never dare to touch it again.
February 15, 2021
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