He was waiting for me at the top of the stairs, snoozing with his head in his paws. He winked at me and stood up to greet me. I was compelled to scratch his back while he stretched and rolled out his tongue in a huge yawn.
Then it happened.
The flop.
He fell on his side and pulled his feet up in little curls, purring with such ferocity that I was certain it was rattling the pictures on the wall. He continued to roll so that his belly was up, and again, I was compelled to rub my fingers through his soft fur. As I started to scratch his chest he began to wash my arm- complete ecstasy on his face.
This is the good stuff. This devotion, this trust, from another creature. This is love.
What a great way to start the day!
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