They will not go quietly
the dogs who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.
Old habits still makes us think
we hear a barking 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 him 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.
Anonymous
Someone gave this to me when I lost my girl, I thought I should pass it on.