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It's sad to write a composition about the death of a dog. The real emotional experience is 1000 words.
A composition about my dog.

I'll never see Mao Mao again. Now, it may be dead, it may be taken away, and it lives happily, but I will still think of it and its lovely appearance. Mao Mao, do you know how many tears I have shed since you left? It was last year, when I came home from school and was doing my homework, suddenly a dog barked. As soon as I saw it, a cute little yellow dog ran in. I was so happy that I picked up the lovely puppy and it lay meekly in my arms. It feels comfortable to touch the soft and smooth fur. Its little ears shrugged, as if listening to the movement around it. A pair of shining eyes, like two black gems, look around this strange place. At this moment, my mother came in. While stroking the puppy, I said to my mother, "Did you buy this?" "Yes, do you like it?" "like it! Does this puppy have a name? " "No, you go and get it." "Well, just call it Mao Mao. Mao Mao! I called this name and the puppy shook its tail. I'm glad to have this name. It must be Mao Mao who greets me after school every day. When I come back, Mao Mao hears my footsteps, and he will jump out, squat down there, and tilt his head and watch me change my shoes and put my schoolbag. When I do my homework, I can always hear Mao Mao's rhythmic snoring. I looked at its lovely appearance and smiled happily. I remember one time Mao Mao took a bath, and I squatted down to watch. Mao Mao was lying in the water under the "warm sunshine" of the heater, with his little head resting on the edge of the washbasin and his eyes closed. Very comfortable. After the shower, Mao Mao was lying in the water, and her mother pulled her up. Mother wrapped Mao Mao in a piece of cloth and put it in my arms. After a while, Mao Mao fell asleep in my arms. During that time, Mao Mao gave me a lot of happiness. However, the good times did not last long. One afternoon after school, I came to the door and saw Mao Mao sitting weakly in the sun. "What's wrong, Mao Mao?" I stroked Mao Mao with my hand and asked with concern. Mao Mao stood up askew, as if feeling guilty that he couldn't see me today. At this time, I found Mao Mao's front right foot dangling in the air. I quickly asked my mother, "Mom, what happened to Mao Mao's foot?" "Ask your father!" "Sorry, sister, I accidentally stepped on Mao Mao's foot." "Dad, how did you ..." I looked at Mao Mao and shed tears. At dinner, I took out Mao Mao's favorite food and put it in front of Mao Mao, but Mao Mao smelled it and ran to the Bird's Nest. I put the food in my hand and fed it, but Mao Mao still wouldn't eat it. In the evening, Mao Mao went to bed early. Maybe she was too weak and needed a rest. On the second and third days, Mao Mao didn't eat anything, and we were very worried. In the evening, my mother said to me, "Sister, let Mao Mao go tomorrow." "Why?" "Think about it, even if we leave Mao Mao at home, we can't support him." "all right." I nodded tearfully. In the morning, I walked out of the house with Mao Mao in my arms, squatted down and gently let go of my arm. Mao Mao began to struggle forward. Although he has only three legs, he runs very fast. Soon, Mao Mao ran out of the house, and my face was covered with tears. "Mao Mao, I won't let you go!" I shouted to catch up. My mother grabbed me and said, "Sister, stop chasing. Even if you bring Mao Mao back, there is nothing you can do. " Mao Mao ran farther and farther, looking at Mao Mao's distant back, I fell in my mother's arms and cried, very sad. Mao Mao, I really hope you can come back and see your lovely face again. In retrospect, I have many ways to save you. I can take you to the pet hospital to treat your wound. However, I really regret letting you go, because I was ignorant and naive, Mao Mao, I'm sorry!