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 us new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
that one place in our hearts belongs to them
and always will.
For Poe’s mom, Nissetje
and all of us animal lovers out there
*tears and hugs*