Basically, from the beginning of forty minutes, I couldn't stop crying, and I deeply felt that this was the second movie that healed me greatly after Heidi and Grandpa. Probably because one is my grandfather and the other is a dog, both are the most important things in my life.
When he was very young, he had a pug at home. Since his death, he has never raised a dog again, and he is not close to the dog at all. But just a few months ago, my father brought back a golden retriever. Her big round eyes, long eyelashes, and a tiger-headed look, she was very cute. When I was studying, he would come and go around me, kiss me, lie on top of me, lick my feet, and accompany me every day when I was at home during the epidemic. The most diligent thing I do every day is to go for a walk with her.
Seeing the dog grow up day by day, I know she will leave me one day, just like enzo, so I couldn't hold back the tears while watching the video.
The film is mainly narrative, rarely lyrical, and many people tell stories very old-fashioned, but I think it is this flat and bumpy state that is what life really looks like.
The story begins with rumors in Mongolia that the afterlife of dogs will be individuals. At the end of the story, the little boy "my name is enzo", you are a racing driver.
After watching the video, calm down. I went to touch my dog, she was holding her own quilt and wagging her tail, she wanted to give it to me but didn't want to give it to me, she followed me back and forth.
I laughed.
What will she be in the afterlife?
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