Sunday Stanza: Luther
(A Black Lab’s Love)

He came like a shadow, silent and sure,
A wagging tail, a heart so pure.
Ebony coat, eyes deep and kind,
A guardian soul with a steadfast mind.

He wasn’t fancy-bred or leash-proud slick,
Just a black lab pup, sturdy and quick.
The kind of dog that don’t ask for much—
A bowl, a bed, and a good hand’s touch.

With Rebekah, he carved out his place,
Beside every footstep, he matched her pace.
Through winding trails and morning runs,
He chased the wind, kissed by the sun.

On roller blades, bikes, or feet flying fast,
He never fell behind, never let her past.
Just one goal in his loyal stride:
To stay beside her, to never divide.

He wasn’t just a dog; he was more—
A quiet protector, a heart at the door.
Through childhood laughs and growing pains,
He stood his post through sun and rain.

Now, he wasn’t just some backyard hound—
He was Rebekah’s shadow on solid ground.
He stood between her and whatever came near,
With the quiet courage that comes without fear.

He loved her fiercely, no words required,
Devotion deep, never tired.
And she, in turn, gave back that grace,
With every hug, every whispered praise.

Fourteen years of fur and heart,
Never once were they apart.
Now he rests where good dogs go,
Near where Kudo and Belle lie below.

When wind stirs the stillness and dusk paints the skies,
You just might catch Luther, in the corner of your eyes—
Still keeping watch, still trotting true,
Still loving his girl like good dogs do.

DocBott