Your best friend is sitting on your lap purring, and at your feet wagging his tail.
Curled in a soft ball, your best friend lies on the windowsill, or perches on top of the stuffed chair, to be near you.
When you come home, your best friend greets you at the door, dancing with joy, and watching you with impossible attention.
When you cry, your best friend gets up and comes to you unconditionally, so that you can put your hands on the warmth and rest against the beloved fur.
Don’t ever forget.
Don’t ever abandon them.