Pets are called best friends not because of what they do,
but because of what they let us do.

They let us clear away our worries and our fears simply by walking with them.
Or they let us use them as a convenient excuse to play the games of a child.

And when they leave us, their passing lets the tears
stream shamelessly down our cheeks, as we cry for them.

They ask for so little, and offer so much.
Is that not the best of friends?
-Rae Turnbull