I recently read an article that deeply analyzed the grief of losing a dog, and it was excellent. Universal values often fail to comprehend the grief of losing a dog, and might even condemn it as outrageous. The sorrow brought by a dog's passing is not understood by most people. Its life is witnessed only by its loving owner, a mourning that belongs only to that owner. It lacks human flaws, suspicion, calculation, and pretense. This beauty is simply nowhere to be found in the calculating human world. When with it, there's no need for pretense; it's like a clean mirror, reflecting the most authentic self, untouched by life's hardships. Family and friends have their own lives; all love is branching out, and the emotional resources available are always limited. Attention will eventually return to one's own life; no one will completely revolve around one person. Losing a dog, the more you recall its beauty, the more heart-wrenching the pain becomes. This little creature bravely entered the human world empty-handed, learning to understand human language, adapting to human routines, carefully interpreting human emotions, and striving with all its might to build an emotional connection with humans. And that very fact that it's "not human" is its most beautiful quality. In its little mind, love is simply love; liking someone means wagging its tail wildly, and dependence means a gentle gaze. The puppy's love is so abundant, so devoted, without the slightest calculation or weighing of options—purely unconditional. No matter how ordinary I am, it never compares me to others, never harbors any unwarranted expectations of my success.