It was very bright
Even brighter than
When I was found
I was being poked and prodded
But there was a warm set of hands
Calming me down
I felt
Something sharp
I wiggled and cried
Hoping to get away
And make it stop
A soft murmur
It'll be okay
A louder voice
We're just giving him vaccines and checking his vitals
I wiggled again
He has a lot of fleas
I hate being held still
His teeth are developed enough that
You can start him on wet food
I cried
At least he's looking better
We can give him
A flea bath now
And clean him up
What will you name him?
I squirmed and cried
Nova, like the stars.
And that was when
I received my first name
