They will not go quietly; the pets who've shared our lives, In subtle ways they let us know, their spirit still survives. Old habits still make us think, we hear a noise at the door. Or step back when we drop a tasty tidbit on the floor. Our feet still go around the place, the food bowl 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.