She never pretended to like me to get money from me or use me for anything, made fun of me behind my back (that I know of), never liked me or disliked me for how much money I had, what kind of stuff I had. She never cared how I looked or if I was good enough for anything. She never looked down on me for not grinding my hardest to present the best, most perfect life at all times to the rest of the world.
She just wanted to hang out with me all the time, and as much as possible, and never wanted me to leave the house. She waited for me at the door if I took a walk or in the garage if I ran an errand.
All I ever wanted to do was hang out with her too. And I didn't take care of her, she took care of me. She was an angel.
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