Saturday, March 22, 2008

Smudge Saturday

They will not go quietly,
the Cats 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 scratch 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.

We'll miss you Smudge.

Thanks to Not the Mama for the beautiful picture and to the Cat Blogosphere for naming it Smudge Saturday.


Asta said...

That is a bootiful poem and so twue..I'm vewy sowwy about the loss of Smudge, but he will always stay in the heawts of those he touched
Have a Happy Eastew
smoochie kisses

Skeeter, LC, and Ayla said...

Lovely. Jus lovely...

Pearl C. Pritchard said...

Oh -- what a beautiful poem. The woman gets really sad whenever someone goes over the bridge.

Fat Eric said...

Oh that is a most beautiful poem. Just dropped by to give you some Easter wishes.

Black Cat said...

What a lovely poem. It's very sad that Smudge didn't make it, but at least he's out of pain and in a beautiful place now. xxx