Could it it be that four months ago I found the meaning of love.

Blessed with a bundle of fur and wet kisses, I met the love of my life.

for once I had no selfish thoughts, words, or actions, I put His needs over mine. 

I

was no longer important. 

In time I realized that he loved me more than he loved himself and I loved him more than I loved myself ...

we fell into a mutual relationship of conpainionship.