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It was on a Sunday morning that she woke me up from my deep sleep. I had come home late that night becuase I had to deal with some new cases at the firm and I was rather tired. As I layed in our bed, I felt a warm hand on my right cheek and then soft,wet lips that greeted my forehead.
"I have a surprise for you," she said to me in her calm and soothing voice. I knew her tone and I could tell that she was anxious about something.
Curiously I moved toward the living room with her hand locked in mine. This day along with many other days that I spent with her was somehow engraved in my memory so as never to forget.
By our piano, on the ground, rested a small black and tan dog. A German Shepard. His first look at me was a curious and confident one. His ears propped, one was fully extended and the other was halfway risen. And then I looked at her, and my knees trembled. I thought to myself," How lucky I am." Never before had I been given a pet. A live animal that We would nurture and welcome to our family. She had the gift of knowing exactly what I wanted and when I wanted it. She caught me off guard with this one. I squeezed her hand and brought her closer towards me and I looked in her eyes and she in mine. Joy filled my body with the warmness. Never once did I think of the more pessimistic side to owning a dog as I would have if anyone else had presented me with such a gift: the act of feeding the animal, cleaning its messes, responsibility in general. I was more than glad however.
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