Cissy by Martha Bockrath / Susan

There are those that say
They have no feelings
That their lives just happen
And once that life is over,
They’re just gone.
Those of us who have
Had our heartstrings tugged
By these little bundles of
Fur and eyes and tongues and tails
Know better.
They claim places in our
Hearts during their lives
And leave gaping holes
When they leave us.
And while they’re here
Their little paw prints
Bend and mold and shape
Our souls,
Leaving us better people
For having known
And loved us for a time.

 

Cissy and Grandpa together at the Bridge now.