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You know it's love when he makes that annoying slurpy noise when he's eating and all you can think of is how you could fall asleep to that sound. You know it's love when he yawns in your face, and you start laughing while trying not to pass out. You know it's love when you kiss him good night and his head smells like milk, and you close your eyes and savour the moment. You know it's love when he pulls things down and when someone scolds him, looks at you for support because he knows that you will always side with him. You know it's love when he comes running to you when he is scared of the thunder, and lets you hold him. You know it's love when he comes before everyone else for you, even yourself. And that's how I know.
I love the way his big brown eyes always seem to be in search of something to do; I love how he gets into trouble, pulls a puppy face and somehow gets away with it; I love running my fingers through his fur absentmindedly and the way his fur feels against my hand; I love how he annoys me with his barks and how I start missing it when he stops; I love that he listens to me sometimes which is still a lot more than he listens to anybody else. I love how he taught me that unconditional love is the best kind of love. It's been six years since he came home, and ever since he has been the string keeping me close to home even when I'm away.
It's a rare thing but sometimes you just know when it's love, and it's the most wonderful feeling ever.
