It seems as if it was just yesterday, when I was Christopher`s best friend. We`d frolic through the Thousand-Acre, and the days seemed to never end.

It seems as if it was just yesterday, when I was Calvin`s best friend. We`d laugh and play through those summer days, we never wanted them to end.

But all good things must come to an end, or so that`s what I`ve heard. That one day when he didn`t show up, when he left me in the dirt.

His departure was thankfully gradual, but that didn`t mean it hurt any less. I wish he hadn`t left me, but I suppose it`s for the best.

As they grow older, and forget about their old stuffed toys, our fluff-hearts will fill with sadness, but we`re proud of our boys.

They grew to be intelligent, kind, and learned to cherish special things, and those same things won`t forget them, no matter what tomorrow brings.

As we become simply toys, just like Woody and Buzz, maybe they`ll look back at us, and take in our worn-down fuzz.

Maybe they`ll remember, if only for a moment or two, and maybe in that short time, we can give them what they`re due.

A wink, a smile, a twitch, anything to show them we`re alive, something just to tell them: don`t worry, we`re just fine.

Maybe even better than fine.

You know you did great when they don`t need you anymore.