Life is like a popsicle. You can enjoy it, but eventually it all melts away, and there's no way to get it back. Getting Buster was one of the happiest days for me, but soon he bid his adieu to earthly views, and I realized nothing lasts forever. I've always wanted a dog. Me getting buster was just as good as opening presents at Christmas. Of course he got into stuff; he was a puppy, but eventually we got him trained. He became the apple of my eye. I didn't have him for even more than a year but in my heart still felt like we were gonna have a great life time. I couldn't imagine anything happening to my idolized dog, but eventually that nightmare became a reality. This is where everything started to melt. I knew something was wrong
