by Anita Yusko
They will not go quietly, the dogs 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 And although time may bring new friends and a new food bowl to fill That one place in our Heart belongs to them and always will.