Black

Never thought of black--

Not in a million years.

But there he was--

Glossy black, cuddly-like, smart.

The angry dog across the way growled,

"Pick me instead."

Black won us over and over.

Soon to be beloved.

"Shadow" became his name--

Chosen in childhood long ago.

Wagging tail, loving nature, and smiles 

As years go by.

Now blind, legs weak,

Soul still full of life.

Walking, boating,

Sleeping by the fire.

Love you, Shadow.

You're one of the best!