I don’t have a lot of friends. I tend to form deep, strong bonds with friends and lovers both.
My cat (one of five) had a seeping pus filled puncture wound. Little Boy is already costing me an arm and a leg in doctor’s fees and surgical center charges. A trip to the vet would be possible but hard right now.
A real friend helps you clean blood and pus out of long cat fur, gently probing and washing the wound while you hold your pour kitty still.
A real friend runs right over when your house has been robbed and ransacked. She brings tools and digs in and helps pick up the mess and repair the damage.
A real friend does not say I will pray while your child is in surgery. She comes and sits with you. She picks up your other child from school.
A real friend knows to call and say I need help and trusts you will be right there.
A real friend takes your arm and walks you through the doors when you are shaking.
A real friend sends you an NA meeting schedule.
A real friend says I am sorry.
A real friend just tells you what he his thinking, knowing you cannot read his mind.
A real friend helps shove a urine soaked couch into the county trash compactor.
A real friend makes you take the job of handing out key tags to newbies.
A real friend knows he will break your trust because he knows he is only human.
A real friend takes your cat to the vet when you have to work.
A real friend pulls a putrefied dead squirrel out of your car’s air intake.
A real friend refuses to use your pain against you.
A real friend holds your hand and doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him for doing it.
A real friend calls the second she hears there’s been a death. She doesn’t bring food. She just listens. And does not judge.