My cousin sent me the poem after I had to put my dear Felicia to sleep this week. My cat had cancer that had started in her mammary glands and spread rapidly. She was my constant companion for over 10 years.
They will not go quietly,
the cats whove shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.
Old habits still make us think
we hear a meowing 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.
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