On the day of my divorce, God compensated me with a golden finger: I could understand animals.
A stray cat with missing ears jumped on my shoulder and said, "The boss is hungry. Feed me first and then discuss the share."
The veterinarian next door had a crush on me for six years, and the first gift he gave me was a pair of nurse shoes - because I casually said, "My heels hurt when I stand."
We started working at a small street stall, with the cat as the intelligence officer, the dog as the operator, and 250 in charge of complaining.
Helping people find cats and dogs, and also helping an abused black dog trust humans again.
Later, I took the steamed buns to get the dog trainer certificate, from looking for cats and dogs to searching and rescuing ruins——
From a debt of 90,000 yuan to maintaining a home, from ten square meters to being worthy of the word "firm".
Later I found out——
Being able to understand the voices of animals is not a skill. Only if you can understand the words that a person has hidden in his heart for six years.