Had Me at Hello

She appeared so tiny....so sweet....so helpless and vulnerable in and amongst the rest.

I reached out my hand. She hesitated before reaching back and allowing me to touch her. 

Her tongue was soft and smooth. Her lick was gentle.
If I'd had my pick which to bring back home - it would have been this one.

Just this morning - she'd been taken from her jersey-skinned mother. 
It's how it's done. Here. In these mountains. On this farm.

There was something - I can't say quite - that I found enchanting.
That dark face. Those eyes. That sadly soulful....yearning gaze.
It endeared me - y'know?

She had me at hello....

A bientot ma petite cherie.
I will definitely be seeing you again.