Richie Like a whisper of life, he came, A companion pup without a name, For the baby that bloomed inside of me, Capturing hearts with his playful nature . A few months old, so small, so sly, With twinkling mischief in each eye. Whimpers curled in midnight air, Daylight brought his hungry stare, Wagging and jumping out of excitement, For treats so tempting. He danced through clothes and chewed on shoes, A rebel pup with no excuse. He barked at strangers, proud and free, Keeping us safe and guarded. Time moved on, as my baby grew, And Richie watched, with shining eyes. He sniffed the window, fogged the glass, Watching tiny fingers pass. A tiny handshake and a pat, Was all that delighted him most. They spoke in tongues that they could construe, A secret code, profound. He’d wait for snacks at dawn and dusk, Munching them at his favourite corner. Interactions minimal, but a bond intense, A silent friend, so calm, so hushed. With every word we ever said, He’d tilt his head, as if he r...
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