He came to me a small, white puff of fluff, brought laughter, comfort and joy. He was, you see, my little boy. But thirteen years seems not enough. Buddy's gone. Faithful, loyal, lovable was he, never failing to greet me, when returning from work or play. Pal at night, watchman at day. Buddy's gone For thirteen years I was never alone, a quick death to any bug, always ready for a little hug. A stranger's presence he always shown. Buddy's gone. Now the house is quiet and still, his shadow no longer in the window sill, he rests outside, in sight of his room, living forever in my heart, his memory abloome. Yes, Buddy's gone. But never forgotten.