Cat Poem”
They will not go quietly
The cats who’ve shared our lives.
In suptle ways they let us know
Their spirit still survives.
Old habits still make us think
We hear a meow 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.
By Linda Barnes
He was loved since the day he was hand picked out of a huge barnyard litter. He will be missed.
Tina
| J.W. |
| 28, April 2001 |
| Tina |