Ripple The Puppy
Author: Shiloh


Either it's a nice thing
to be loved,
or I must be some kind of softie...
It's 4:57 in the morning,
and I've been holding this pup
for a while now,
and he does look adorable
as he sleeps with his nose buried
in the crook of my elbow...
He's been sleeping that way long enough
for my arm to go to sleep,
for my shoulder to start to ache,
for my neck to start to cramp, big time.
But he's trusting now, he's warm,
and he's feeling safe enough
to finally let himself fall asleep.
Left arm fairly numb now,
propped on my belly,
puppy on my arm,
and I'm typing with only my right hand...
I'd like to go back to sleep, myself -
he woke us at 3:40, and he's just now settled down.
I wonder, though, if I could get him back in his bed
without him waking up again,
so I could get back to sleep.
He has, we've learned, quite a voice,
and his tiny cries and whimpers
turn your heart to tears...
He's new to us, as we are to him,
but this is his first night in his new home,
and he needs to be held.
He needs to know he is loved, and safe.
We all need that,
and I would never deny him that.


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