First person
The story of the author and his dog, named Chocolate
After giving chocolate its fifth birthday, I started to get scared. I'm afraid that it will suddenly leave me one day. I can't imagine it, so I decided to write down the memories I have with it. As long as I can remember it, I will write it, and I will recall what I can't remember. At least if it really leaves one day, I can still have memories.
Some daily routines are interspersed with memories
Purpose: diary