He's my best friend,
and nothing could ever change that.
Looking up at me with wide-eyed dopeyness, I feel his graditute. His original stages of destruction and teeth marks found in almost everything and the energy of ten dogs is what I'll miss. He's the only one who doesn't care what I look like or how smart I am. How much money I have or what I can give him, its just pure friendship.
Hand-shakes and rolling in the grass. Chasing me up and down the beaches until were both exhausted and we take the uphill stroll home. Remember when I younger and he caught me off balance and dragged me through the mud and long grass chasing an obviously freightened dog, running in fear of this black monster gradually gaining on him.
He's mine and I'm his, and no-one can take that away.
perfection.
'sit, stay, ok!'
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