It's 4:21 in the morning here and I am wide awake and just feeling a bit pensive. I have an awful cold that has made my sleeping habits wacky. My mom's asleep and my two kitty cats are chasing each other all over the apartment. So, feeling miserable thanks to this cold, I got to thinking. What is the most important thing to me? Answer; my mom and my cats. No matter how lousy I feel they are always there for me and they always love me. And that's when it hit me. The love I have for them and the love they have for me, that's the meaning of life. That's what it's all about. It's why we are here on Earth.
Just think, if everyone had the kind of love in their lives and souls that I both have and receive from my mom who's my best friend and my two cats who are my babies, the world would be a much happier place. People would be too happy and content to start wars, to hate people, to feel hopeless. I don't know what I'd do without my mom and cats. They are my world. Everyone needs someone to truly love and care about. It's that simple and that complex.
So I am going to end this rather heavier than usual entry with the following words. Mom, Spitter D, Pudge, I love you 3 with all that I am. Thank you for being in my life. The 3 of you are what is most important to me.
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