My Little Pup

I stare into the small round face,
Into the cute beady eyes,
The same ones that are intently
staring right back at me
Picking it up,
The feel of soft fur
running through my small fingers
Like stroking a newborn baby pup
Lying there without a muscle,
The warmth that spreads
throughout my whole body
Like drinking a cup of warm hot chocolate
in the winter
Like lying down in the summer sun
without having a worry in the world
Like roasting marshmallows
around a huge bonfire
Having a home
A place where he belongs
I am lucky to call him mine