the dogs who've shared our lives.

  In subtle ways they let us know

     their spirit still survives.

  Old habits always make us think

     we hear barking at the door.

  Or step back when we drop

    a tasty morsel on the floor.

  Our feet still go round 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

    a new dish for us to fill,

  That one place in our hearts

    belongs to them....

        and always will.

CH Kelgerri's Bentlees Pot'O Gold

"Bentlee"

CH Culdesac's Just One Look

"Madison"