Our garden’s full of plant pots
and each one has a name,
flowers that bloom every year
to make us smile and ease the pain.
Our garden’s full of memories
of little squeaky feet,
who ran and jumped and chomped with glee
on the grass they loved to eat.
Our hearts hold all the moments
when we held on to their paws
and stroked their back and tickled their chin –
and listened to their snores.
Pets are precious, every one.
I don’t think they ever really leave;
they just move on to live elsewhere,
that’s what I believe.
Our memories are the key
and the happy thoughts within us,
because if we can find them in our heads and hearts,
I’m certain, they can feel us.