February 26, 2013 ... I stared out the bus window, my thoughts jumble. My parents didn't expect Huey to live another week. I knew he wouldn't live another year, but... It was too soon. I wasn't ready. We'd had Huey since I was four years old. When I got to school I walked into home awe and went to the desk of one of my closest friends. I climbed onto the lab table and stared at the ground. I was only slightly crying, but a few tears counted. "My parents said Huey won't live another week." I said quietly. She tried to comfort me, but nothing could. ... Later, in music class, the same friend and I decided to pair together for our newest unit. It would be a few classes of writing our own song on the glockenspiel and then performing it to the class. We went into another room to work on it. But instead of writing we fooled around with it, trying to figure out how to play our favorite songs. Finally I figured out how to play the song of one of our favorite YouTube videos, which we referred to as "The Cheeseburger Song." "Show me how to play the Cheeseburger song!" My friend begged. I said I'd write it down for her. Class was over and we'd made no progress on our song. I made a mental note to actually work the next time we had music class, which was in three days.