They will not go quietly,
those fur friends who’ve shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.
Old habits still make us think,
we hear them at the door.
Or step back when we drop,
a tasty morsel on the floor.
Our feet still go around the place,
the food dish used to be,
And sometimes coming home at night,
we miss them terribly.
And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts,
belongs to them and always will.
