They will not go quietly,
the pets who’ve shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.
Old habits still can 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.
This poem was on a Hallmark card s81-4. Neither the author nor the date is available, but I acknowledge that I didn’t write it. Lois sent it to us after Bounce died. If I look out my window right now I can see where she is buried, with Gizmo to keep her company.