Room in Your Heart

   Sorrow fills a barren space;
   you close your eyes and see my face
   and think of times I made you laugh, 
   the love we shared, the bond we had,
   the special way I needed you - 
   the friendship shared by just we two.
  
   The day's too quiet, the world seems older,
   the wind blows now a little colder.
   You gaze into the empty air
   and look for me, but I'm not there -
   I'm in heaven and I watch you,
   and I see the world around you too.
  
   I see little souls wearing fur,
   souls who bark and souls who purr
   born unwanted and unloved -
   I see all this and more above -
   I watch them suffer, I see them cry, 
   I see them lost, I watch them die.
   I see unwanted thousands born -
   and when they die, nobody mourns.
  
   These little souls wearing fur
   (Some who bark and some who purr)
   are castaways who - unlike me -
   will never know love or security.
   A few short months they starve and roam,
   Or caged in shelters - nobody takes home.
   They're special too (furballs of pleasure),
   filled with love and each one, a treasure.
  
   My pain and suffering came to an end, 
   so don't cry for me, my person, my friend.
   But think of the living - those souls with fur 
   (some who bark and some who purr) -
   And though our bond can't be broken apart,
   make room for another in your home and your heart.

       Caro Schubert-James
       amethyst@nc5.infi.net
       alt.support.grief.pet-loss
       http://www-hsc.usc.edu/~rneville/saveapet.html