Floyd by Chris Giardino / Chris

Floyd was my best friend, my pal, the one who always was there when I needed him. I got Floyd when I was 6 years old, we spent lots of time together, he was always there when I needed someone to play with.

I’m now 19, I left for college this fall and Floyd grew sick, maybe it was because we had never been apart for more than a week the most. Maybe he saw that I was moving on and that it was time he did too.

Then my father called me up today and told me that my best friend in the whole word was gone, he had put him to sleep because he was in too much pain. I was upset and I couldn’t handle it, but now I know he’s in heaven waiting for me to come. You were my little buddy Floydster.

 

I love you Buddy!