There is something comforting about having a best friend.
You know how it is. Trusting them with your inner most secrets. Being able to speak your mind freely without fear of retribution. Knowing they'll be there for you.
My BFF is always ready to take long walks with me. I don't mind that she likes to go at her own pace. I have a hard time keeping up with her; sometimes though I get ahead of her and will have to wait while she saunters along. I'll give her this, she can out run me. I know I'll never be able to keep up with her. Ah, whatever. Running is overrated anyway.
BFF doesn't mind that I post pictures of her, even when I'm making fun of her hair. She's so accepting of me and my weirdness.
BFF's are also very accepting of our cooking skills, or lack thereof. My BFF is usually very content with whatever I fix her, even though it's usually out of a can.
Sadly, BFF is getting old. I'm already dreading the day that she'll leave me, I know Husband will also be very sad. But, there is always eternity to be together.
Meet my BFF
She comes to the car everyday when I get home from work, waits for the door to open, then she'll put her head in the door, sit and not move until I scratch her head for at least a minute.
Gotta love the devotion.