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Posted on Tháng 5 13, 2025 By vudinhquyen

I was seven years old when my parents brought home a scruffy little puppy from the local shelter. He was trembling in my mother’s arms, his fur tangled and his eyes unsure. I remember kneeling on the wooden floor, stretching out my hand slowly, afraid he might run. But he didn’t. He looked at me for a moment, then shuffled forward and placed one tiny paw on my knee. That was the beginning.

We named him Max. He wasn’t a purebred or anything fancy—just a mix of who-knows-what—but to me, he was perfect. His ears were too big for his head, and his tail curled like a question mark, but when he ran through the backyard with me, ears flapping in the wind, I thought he looked like the fastest, bravest dog in the world.

Max quickly became more than a pet. He was my shadow, my protector, and my best friend. Wherever I went, Max was there. If I played in the sandbox, he dug alongside me. If I cried, he licked the tears off my cheeks. At night, I’d sneak him into my bed despite my parents’ rules, and we’d curl up under the covers until I fell asleep to the rhythm of his quiet breathing.

Childhood can be both magical and lonely, and I had my share of days when I didn’t quite fit in. I wasn’t good at sports, I was quiet in class, and sometimes I felt invisible. But Max never made me feel that way. He loved me as I was—unconditionally, fiercely. After a rough day at school, I’d rush home, throw off my backpack, and race to the backyard where he’d be waiting, tail wagging like it hadn’t moved all day. With Max, I was never alone.

I remember one summer afternoon when I got lost in the woods behind our house. I’d wandered too far, chasing a butterfly or a daydream, and when I looked around, nothing looked familiar. Panic gripped me. The trees seemed taller, the shadows darker. I called out, but there was no answer. Except—suddenly—there was Max. He’d somehow squeezed through a loose board in the backyard fence and found me. I’ll never forget the sight of him bounding through the brush, barking happily as if to say, “I found you!” He led me home, stopping every few steps to make sure I was behind him. That was Max—always there, always watching.

As the years passed, Max grew older, and so did I. His fur turned grey around the muzzle, and he didn’t run as fast as before. But he still followed me around the house, still curled up by the foot of my bed, still waited for me at the window when I came home from school. By then, I was in middle school, and life was changing fast. I had new friends, new interests, and new worries. But Max was the one constant. No matter how confusing the world got, I knew I could bury my face in his fur and breathe easy again.

There was something comforting about the quiet moments we shared. Sometimes I’d sit in the backyard, doing homework or drawing, and Max would rest his head on my leg. We didn’t need words. He was a listener, a quiet presence that made everything feel okay. When I look back on those years, it’s not the big events I remember most. It’s the little things—Max snoring softly while I read, his tail thumping when I walked into the room, the way he’d gently nudge his nose under my hand for attention.

One winter, when I was thirteen, Max got sick. At first, it was small things—he didn’t want to play as much, he was eating less. Then came the vet visits, the medication, the quiet tension in the house. I didn’t fully understand what was happening, but I knew something was wrong. One night, I stayed up with him in the living room. He was curled in his favorite blanket, his breathing shallow. I lay beside him, stroking his head, whispering stories from when we were younger. I told him about the time we had a snowball fight and he kept stealing the mittens, about the day he chased the ice cream truck down the block and we all laughed until we cried.

As the sun began to rise, Max lifted his head slightly and looked at me. His eyes were tired, but they held the same warmth I’d known my whole life. He rested his head back down, and I knew. He was saying goodbye.

That morning, Max passed away peacefully. My parents tried to console me, but nothing could ease the weight in my chest. It felt like part of me had been torn away. I had lost my best friend.

In the days that followed, I wandered through the house expecting to see him. I kept checking the window for his silhouette, listening for his paws tapping on the kitchen floor. His absence was loud. But even in the silence, I began to realize something important—Max had never really left. His love had woven itself into every corner of my childhood. Every laugh, every tear, every moment of comfort. He was there in the memories, in the stories, in the way I learned to love deeply and unconditionally.

Years have passed since Max left this world. I’ve grown up, moved to a new city, started a life of my own. But I still keep a photo of him on my desk—a picture of the two of us, side by side in the backyard, both a little younger, a little freer. When I look at it, I smile. Because no matter how much time goes by, he’s still with me. Not just in the photo, but in the person I became—someone who knows what loyalty feels like, someone who understands the value of quiet companionship, someone who will never forget the first friend who never left their side.

And sometimes, when the world feels overwhelming, I close my eyes and remember the soft thud of his tail, the sound of his paws beside me, and the way he made me feel like I belonged.

He was my first dog. My childhood. My heart.
And even now, he’s still running beside me—somewhere, somehow.

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