I often wonder at the simularitesof life, of how animals and humansare different, and yet are the samehow an airplane resembles a Birdand how a mother Hen is nurturingand protective of her young, as is a human motherI often muse at the industrious Antalways busy, always building, as do we

And when I first experienced the expression of love,
that gentle touch, the tender caress, the soothing voice,

 eyes that looked at me with such adoration

Like a puppy who is held against the warm, protective body of it's mother orit's master for the first time, that

first expression of love becomes apermenant memory

So when your love is rejected,when the giver pushes you away,when the love becomes pain and hurt,because of the memory, because of the need for love, out of devotion

the puppy will go back again and again

I know "why"...Because, so did I.