They will not go quietly
The dogs that shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
Their spirit still survives.
Old habits still make us think
We hear 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 a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
Belongs to them.....
And always will.