To the editor:
Last week I lost a friend. Three or four times a week when I would go outside in the evening to water my flowers, he would be there waiting for me. He was funny, charming, beautiful, a flirt, and a bit of a moocher.
I would put my watering can down and go back into the house to get him a treat. He waited on the sidewalk for me and, sometimes performed a few tricks for me. He always made me smile. Then he walked beside me to his bowl for a treat. I looked forward to seeing him. He belonged to my neighbors and his name was Buddy.