Some words on the death of our dog

Our dog died brief days ago,
following the second seizure;
almost routine after three months.
Named Katarn (yes after that Katarn)
a sweet Black Lab, locally picked
affectionately labelled Nob-Head
before he was associated with the stars.
Short a pair of shoes, one mattress,
and a signed copy of Redwall,
but stealth licks on knees
and wags for looks softened the sting.
Belly rubs brought distorted lips,
all teeth and tongue–
he was happy to be loved.