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