My Best Bud

It's amazing what a little companionship does for the soul.  

This little buddy makes the month without dad much more bearable.

(Dad must be aching to hold, hug, and play with "the little buddy.")  

I'm so grateful that my buddy is so happy and so easy going. 

That he is content inside the house and thrilled to be outside.

I'm grateful that he is my bud.

When I'm tired, he goes about playing on his own.

When he is ready for a playmate, he lets me know.

When he smiles or laughs, my heart still melts.  

He is the best little buddy.

In the whole world.

And he's mine.  All mine.