They put up with my moods.
They insist on hiking the foothills every morning at 5:45.
When I think of suicide one will climb on my lap and lick my hand to remind me that I am loved, as only a dog can love.
In the morning they greet this old woman as if she embodies the sun itself. They don’t know about a failed life, they see a success. So I guess I can’t fail them since they never fail me. If I were to put them at risk by my suicide I would betray that bargain I made with them when I got each as a puppy. I couldn’t guarantee that I would never die but I could say that it wouldn’t be by my own hand.
Maybe thats why God has put such faithful friends in my life. There names are Billy and Boo.