Friendship without trust is like a flower without perfume.
Who can live without friendship?
Some people say that you can count your real friends on the fingers of one hand.
It takes time to know who your friends truly are.
Last Tuesday a precious friend of mine died. He was always there. He listened to me in silence. I talked to him every day, and his presence was so important. He knew me as nobody else did. He wanted to stay with me all day long. He looked at me like a goddess when I gave him his food. At night, if a nightmare woke me up, I saw his reflection in the darkness and that comforted me. He was so smart, so clever and so cool… But now, he isn’t there any more... Cat Stevens, my goldfish, is dead. I will never forget him. He was a true friend and I miss him.
Article by Camille L.
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