Ode to Luna

You were a pretty dog,
smooth, soft and black,
and for going potty outside
you soon caught the knack.

Nathaniel and Abby
loved to rub your fur.
Ben installed, just for you,
a snazzy dog door.

As we walked to the park
this image burned in my mind
Nathaniel riding his bike
with you chasing behind.

Though the messes and chewing
caused us much strife
it was wonderful to have
you in our life.

(Luna was struck by a car and killed on Thanksgiving weekend while we were out of town.)