Suki

Soft black curtains

of velvety fur

Ears made of satin

Remind me of her

Tired of the stroking

And tickly touch

She’d toss her head sideways

To stop all the fuss

Her head was quite flat

As in Labrador breeds

But her build was too squat

For a real pedigree

Her eyes were so feeling

Brown pools of truth

Her paw would come nagging

For treats or a walk

Sometimes I see her

Again in my dreams

Old but still living

To guide me it seems

My heart melts once more

To see her again

To play and to cuddle

My dog-gone dead friend