RAINBOW BRIDGE

They will not go gently, the pets who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know their spirit still survives. . .
Old habits still can make us think we hear them 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.
Although time may bring new friends and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts belongs to them. . .
and always, always, . . .will.
Anonymous

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