They will not go quietly,
The cats who've shared our lives
In subtle ways they let us know
Their spirit still survive
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
