For thirteen years my anxious pup
would pitch a fit at every sound.
Each morning, barking woke me up
as soon as mail would come around.
At any knocking on the door
or drumming drizzle on the roof,
she'd spin around and wet the floor
or run away with feeble "woof".
But now she lives a life at ease
and dreams till dawn along my side.
No pesky noise will prod or tease,
inducing her to howl or hide.
While saddened that her end is nearing,
I'm grateful that she lost her hearing.