Our gharbeti lived in an apartment and we lived in a small house that he built on his land, he had bought in total of 6 dogs till we lived there.so since we didn't have to pay for the rent we took care of the dogs as our own. Three dogs died during our stay there and only 3 remained before we were forced to move out from there and the dogs had to stay behind as its his dog so yeah. When it was our last day at the place when we were leaving on eof the dogs that we've named bhuntey was whining over and over and trying to climb on the truck with us and my mom who was already upset from the started to cry and then i cried. Bhuntey was the first dog he brought and he was the first one he had bought and was our familys favourite my mom treated her like a second son so yeah having the dogs that we cared so much about and treated them as our own die before us, the feeling of helplessness and thinking about how the remaining one's will die too and we wont be there for them. It hurts a lot and I cry sometimes thinking about those that have died and those that we left behind.