Gone, but not forgotten....
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 make 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 them terribly.
And although time may bring new friends and new food dishes to fill
That one place in our hearts belongs to them.... And always will. |
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