They will not go quietly,
the cats who shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know,
their spirits still alive.
Old habits still make us think,
we hear a meow at the door.
Or step beack when we drop
a tastey morsels 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.
Although time may bring new friends,
and a new food dish to fill.
That one place in our heart,
loves them,….and always will!
| Caitlyn |