Pepsi was he named by children he knew
Fitting to an 8 week Pup of midnight black.
He peered at us, mischief on his mind,
Tugged at my pants, unraveled my shoes.
Irresistible. He came into our heart.
In Karen’s arms that evening,
He slept all the way home.
Tucky’s new pal he was, to fill
His lonely hours while we were gone,
Only to nip at his mouth
In his own playful way,
Flaps bloodied by razor sharp teeth.
No mother’s nip or father’s scold
Just gently, Tucky moves away.
He was also my friend,
In his own mischievous way
He greeted me daily as I opened the door
To brighten my world after an exhausting day
Of anxious hours at an unwelcome time.
It was an October evening,
The sky was clear, and dusk was near.
I drove the highway after a daylong work,
Relieved to be near our Happy Home.
Slowly around the corner, a glimpse of hope
Was shattered by an unexpected bump.
Sudden fear shot into my heart.
Looked in the mirror. Oh God! Was He,
My midnight pup. Paws flailing in the air.
I cried. What have I done?
I looked in his eyes, he tried to move
To greet me one more time, or lick my face
To make all go away. But, in vain.
Helplessly I watched blood drain from his mouth,
His eyes fading slowly and gently away.
I carried him in my arms with tears in my eyes.
As the warmth of his little body drained into mine,
I placed him gently, on his side,
Deep in the ground his innocence lay, as
The Moonlight shined on him, for one last time.