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This Is Love At the visit to the vet’s – my old boy’s last – I cried like a baby but I held him in my arms, knowing he’d be scared there without me. Last thing this sweet boy did was reach up and lick my tears; and my soul imploded seeing his eyes close forever, there in my arms. This is love. My house seemed cold and sad. When I stumbled across one of his toys, more tears. This is love. When I wake at night and think I felt him up against me and felt his kiss. This is love. When I saved a shelter dog and brought her home, I knew my old boy would want me to Rescue her, and maybe even more. This is love.