His Best Friend

His Best Friend

my hubby and Bronte:)

In the mornings she would greet him with a kiss. They would eat breakfast together. When he left for work she knew she couldnt go with him but the look she gave him of sadness made his heart melt and he reassured her he would be home that evening. She would greet him happily at the door each night. She went as many places as she could with him. Long walks along the beach. Playing in the water. Walking in the park. At night they would sit on the couch together watching television. She would put her head comfortably on his lap and he would stroke it. She always listened to his problems and though she couldnt give much advice he was grateful she was there to listen. He knew her heart was wholly his. Her love was unconditional. She would die for him. And him for her. She was his best friend. And she was better than any human had even been. She was his dog:) copyright gothgirl 2009