Dekon

Sweet little puppy, starving and cold
The showing of ribs made me frown
A pit/lab mix with a love for his sticks
and a coat full of darks and light brown

Whether chasing a squirrel or lizards that scurry
the life this dog loved was sincere
I taught him some tricks and got love with his licks
He knew he was always safe here

He grew with the land, the fences and sand
and make no mistake, he was king.
A trusting companion, as any could be
except for just one little thing

Chewing, it seemed, was Dekon's forte.
Nothing was crossed from his list.
Doormat to hose, to anything goes
he made sure that nothing was missed

A year goes by so fast nowadays
when hope intertwines with a heart
Try as I did, I couldn't get rid
of the habits he'd learned from the start

I loved his brown eyes, looking up for advice
none of which he understood
I wait for the day when I can truly say
that his and my parting was good.