It was love at first sight for me yesterday. At the most unexpected of places – the Sunday Soul Sante. I went there looking for some fun, some beautiful things that I could bring home, and some yummy food. Instead, I found her.
No stall at the festa was able to dazzle me after visiting the one where she sat. All black, shiny, happy, healthy, clean, she look well-cared-for. I couldn’t stop myself from stroking her head lovingly, and she came to me instantly.
I held her for about 10 minutes, all the while admiring her. She seemed to feel very comfortable in my arms, and snuggled up to me cosily. We bonded instantaneously.
She felt small and warm, and I could feel her heart thudding against her ribcage. I started imagining how wonderful it would feel to have her warm body against mine all the time, turning even the coldest of nights into something beautiful.
The people at the stall were touched to see our intimacy. It was then that she lifted her head up and gave me – and the OH – a good, hard look for the first time – with her big, black, adoring eyes.
And then, she gave my hand a lick, and half stood up with her front paws, in my arms.
All of five weeks old, she was a highly adorable black puppy, Indian, rescued from the streets and cared for by volunteers, brought to the sante by them to try and find a home for her.
I was utterly smitten, and didn’t want to let go. I wanted to take her home, but practical considerations held me back. The OH rattled off all the reasons why we couldn’t take her home, at least immediately. I almost cried when I handed her back, giving her tiny head one last stroke. I was reticent as I backed off from the stall, and exited the exhibition.
I was not myself all day long, and kept talking about her to the OH.
I left a piece of my heart at the sante.