I love waking up and knowing that Nick is already on his way, coffee cup in hand.
I love walking beside him to work and talking about nonsensical things.
I realize that this is what best friendship is between two coworkers, between two very different species.
I walk beside him and wonder how we've managed to come so far, how a fox and a bunny began to truly understand each other.
Nick is like the best friend that I've always wanted; we went through so much together and now here we stand: smarter and better than before.
I've become a smarter bunny by realizing all that he was, all that we were going to be.
I feel a lot more confident going into work after having met Nick; he challenged me, broke me down, and eventually made me stronger.
He is my center of strength as all friends should be.
I feel confident leaning against his side, confident telling him that I love him, and meaning every last shard of precious friendship that has made me stronger by his side.
Nick Wilde is my best friend, the person that's made me stronger and more confident; the man that stood by my side and helped me out despite everything.
We've grown together, and all I can think to say now is thank you, thank you for being my secret pool of strength, for never giving up on me when it counted even when everyone else had.
Thank you Nick for being my best friend.