Finding a Companion

Love at first sight was slow at first.

Love began with touch, with smell,

with warmth.

the gentle tongue of my mother,

the warmth of her fur during my slumber.

The nourishment she provided was all I had

until I opened my eyes for the first time.

I saw the way she pressed herself into her humans hands,

the gentle rubs and pats and the soft soft noises.

This human was different, I could tell,

she was never so calm with others as with her human.

She was my mother.

I loved her as she loved me,

but she had a special place in her heart for her human.

Her heart beat faster,

her lips stretched to a grin,

her tongue hung out and she lay at her feet,

a ritual I could not quite understand.

This was her human,

she belonged to no other.

It did not bother me a bit,

I was happy for her.

Each day I explored a bit farther,

tripping and stumbling and discovering

so many things outside our den deserved attention.

Mother often brought me home with lots of tugging

but I saw so many things that needed to be chased after.

Then one day,

while I was busy watching the bugs scatter from my nose,

a human, much smaller, caught my attention.

she approached me like human walked over to mother.

she picked me up and felt so warm,

and the flavor of her cheek tasted sweet.

She giggled and hugged me closer,

and mother looked sad but human comforted her.

She took me away that day,

but she gave me lots of hugs and cuddles

and lots of tasty treats to eat.

Something inside felt right, full, and exciting about her.

I knew then and there

I had found my human.