Today is the exact day that my dog, Bibo, died one year ago. I really miss those days that he will meet me when I arrive home after a long hours of work. Cuddles him while we are cold, protect us from bulgards, do antics that makes our voices rings with laughter.

He taught me good things of being a good pet owner, and learns how to be a parent to him. For seven years, I never tired of taking him outside, prepares his food and take care of him until his last breath of his life.

I still miss him. My heart still cries when I remember him. No one can compare to any dog that we had in our life.