Love is a funny thing: you can’t see it, you just feel it.
I love Louise and I am sure that Louise loves me. I know by the way she wakes me up in the morning and how she reacts when I come home from somewhere. It’s the way she looks at me with those brown eyes. It is how she relaxes when I am near. But is it love really or is it just that I am the caregiver and the food source? Personally, I want to believe it is love. Many scientists say it is just an attachment or bond to the owner. But I say if it is not love, then what thing is it?