~ They will not go quitely, 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 barking at the door,Or make us 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 a new friend and food dish to fill, That one place in our heart belongs to them..and always will.. ~