My dog, Lady, has become my best friend. I know she understands my grief/anxiety and stress. I don't have to explain anything to her, I can just "be".
My best friend is a dog....how sad is that?
Not at all sad, my Best friend is my wife, but I have been unfaithful and taken my dogs places that she wasn't invited to :)
I have always considered my relationships with my many many dogs to be rich and rewarding, even dogs I have rescued that never really fit in around here but did have stable lives and didn't have to face their previous abuse ever again benifited me by teaching me compassion that I am trying to learn to show myself now. They were my trainers.
When I was a child I spent days on end just walking the woods or fishing with no company but dogs, I had dogs that picked me out as a friend and would show up at the house looking for me, hoping I was available to come out and play.
My labs are my friends, they know when I am sad and show empathy that makes me cry sometimes. And if I hook up a boat trailer to my truck, they are relentless in their efforts to herd me to the front seat and take us all out for an adventure. In fact, I have to park on the opposite side of the place from the boatbarn, they seem to think that proximity leads to inevitability and will jump in the truck and refuse to get out. They are right, I really should hook it up and go.
Love your dogs, it is a natural symbiosis between species that was here long before breeders and therapists were even dreamed of- there is a mutual admiration thing here that is as old as evolution and advanced thought: Dog good- people inconsistant. Dog is better friend, good.
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