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  • I sometimes think that I am his first love,
    Especially, when in the
    Morning,
    He rests his chin upon the edge of my bed,
    Staring
    at me.
    Waiting
    for me to look into those eyes--
    Make contact.
    His supreme
    Affirmation
    That he too is
    Important
    to me,
    that he is still
    My Puppy.

    I purposely deny his subtle
    Request.
    Just to savor and prolong
    his pure
    Attentiveness
    to me.
    Then I look directly
    Into those eyes
    and he, too, is
    Validated.
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