Unfortunately, if one lives long enough, tragedy will strike.Suffering and happiness can come in the forms of physical or emotional pain. In my case, tragedy occurred when my dog, Ceaser, died on my thirteenth birthday. Ceaser was my beloved friend who was 14 months old, and was a brown Labrador Retriever and American Pitbull. Even though he was a bad dog, he was always there to protect me, like the night I was walking up to my great grandmother, Elouise’s house and and coyotes were howling. He wouldn't let me go alone because he followed me up to her house and guided me back home. Then on my birthday, I came to my grandmother's house to find him coughing up blood and struggling to breathe because he was poisoned for no reason until later
