Er Leng's Story

My golden retriever's name is Er Leng (二愣) — a playful nickname in Chinese that means someone a little silly, a little goofy, and endlessly lovable.

He came into our home in 2013, carried through the door in my father's arms. Back then he was small, soft, warm, and always circling around us like a little sun. He never cared much for playing with other dogs. He preferred people — especially my father. My father took great care of him, and between the two of them grew a quiet, deep bond: the kind of companionship that doesn't need words.

Earlier in 2025, my father passed away unexpectedly. Now it's just me and Er Leng.

I don't know if he understands that my father is gone. All I know is that in 2025, he hasn't been as lively as before. Sometimes I wonder if not knowing is a kind of gentle mercy — because if he doesn't know, then maybe he still has hope.

I don't know how much time we have left together. But I do know one thing:

2013 - 2025
In loving memory of my father and the joy Er Leng brought to our family