I didn' t share my dinner with our new dog. She was too small to be my pillow for television， and her bark was squeaky. When she begged for attention， I pushed her away. I spent a lot of time alone， feeling sorry for myself and wondering： Why did this have to happen to me？ What am I going to do now？ Why did Tippy have to die？
Time passed， and against my will， I started to understand some things. It felt like waking up a little at a time. I realized what little control any of us have over what happens to a dog. Sure， we can train them and tie them up and do everything right， but bad things can still happen. And， in spite of us， good things can happen too. That' s life. The best way to deal with the hard times is to figure out what I need to do for myself to get through them when they come， and to remember that hard times would pass.
I also discovered that my capacity to love didn' t die with Tippy. I became awfully lonely when I was trying to harden my heart. I began to realize that there were good things about Tinker Belle that were different from the good things about Tippy. I couldn' t rest my head on her little body， or pretend to ride Tinker Belle the way I had done with Tippy， but I could fit Tinker Belle into my backpack and carry her around.
I learned that I need to pet my dog whenever I can—and to really enjoy my time with her！Now I pet my dog slowly when I have the chance and quickly when I' m in a hurry， but I never leave the house without petting her.
I now deeply understand the"Circle of Life". Everyone is born， everyone dies， and that' s the way it is. If dogs never died， there would be no room for others like Tinker Belle... and her five cute puppies！
Best of all， I realized that Tippy left behind all of my good memories of him. And they come to me every time I call！
上学快迟到了，我打算冲过去赶校车。而我的狗，蒂皮，也冲到了我的前面。我恼怒地想，你着什么急？你又不会像我这样来不及赶校车。当她跑到前门时，就顺势躺在了那里，这是她要求亲昵的一种方式。对于她这种不知羞耻、乞求怜爱的动作，我没有回应，而是跳过她，用尽全力跑向等待着的黄色校车。