I remember getting uncomfortable as a kid watching this. My parents got divorced when I was one year old, and my father did his best to still be present in my life (and still does), taking me out every weekend, going to parks and museums or cool exhibits, and helping me out with whatever problem I had at the moment, but also being firm when I fucked up and pushing me to improve. Yet I couldn't exactly say that I loved him for a very long time, I was very conflicted. Sometimes I would even cry watching A Goofy Movie's ending, because I didn't know if my dad knew I loved him, I didn't even know if I did. Only years later, after my mom left some old-ass shit boyfriend of hers, did I understand by contrasting both of them: my mom's ex was more like Pete, he didn't give a particular fuck about me or my sister (his actual daughter), though he tried to earn our respect in various ways, trying to set himself up as a cool and wealthy guy, but he wasn't very affectionate and his tries to get closer fell flat, his way to raise us was more about just leaving it all up to my mom. My dad, on the other hand, was pretty humble, going for a friendly, yet fatherly and firm approach, he didn't try to win anyone over by virtue of his possessions, but by approaching others as a well-rounded and understanding individual. Only after watching the movie again, with those things in mind, did I realize my dad is a figure that inspires both love and respect, and that I did, in fact, love him.
After reading this whole thread, I think I'm gonna call my dad and tell him how grateful I am for having him. Maybe I'll even watch the movie again.
Sorry for the blog post, though.