It was a playful, puppyish move.  He pounced, lowering the front half of his body to the ground, but keeping his head, his eyes fixed on me.  Then, he jerked his head, wriggled his rump.

I knew what those moves meant, what they said.

Come to me!

Come here!


I backed away from the railing, my brain telling me that it wasn’t real, that he wasn’t there.

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