I Want to Accompany You Until the End of Time: Those Days with Dogs
About This Novel
A lonely old man, a homeless stray dog, a deep longing that cannot be overcome... When his wife of 57 years passed away, the sudden loneliness and grief made Sam become older and lonely. The company of children and the concern of friends are only scratching the surface. Until one day, when a stray white dog appeared in front of him, he seemed to have found the courage and hope of life again. They danced and talked together... - "Son, that is your mother!" - "The white dog was transformed by your mother, and she came back to take care of me." Maybe after the death of a close person, everyone will meet such a white dog in their life, and it will silently accompany you through the long years of grief and loneliness until you come out of the shadows. Please cherish everyone in front of you, cherish every flower that has not withered, cherish every day with clear breeze and bright moon - no matter how beautiful times in life, they will pass one by one.
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Official(2)Scraped 23d ago
I came across this book by chance and casually opened it to read. I read about the last lonely but warm time of an old man's life, his concerned children, the caring companionship of a strange stray white dog, and kind passers-by... I couldn't stop crying at the end! This should be a beautiful version of the happiness of the elderly. If I were old, I would also like to leave life like this. A warm and touching book.
Passing mission. . . . . .
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Official(2)Scraped 23d ago
I came across this book by chance and casually opened it to read. I read about the last lonely but warm time of an old man's life, his concerned children, the caring companionship of a strange stray white dog, and kind passers-by... I couldn't stop crying at the end! This should be a beautiful version of the happiness of the elderly. If I were old, I would also like to leave life like this. A warm and touching book.
Passing mission. . . . . .
