Every bark will have its reason No meow is ever misplaced And even when they leave us Death cannot erase their place We see them in the shadows We feel them in our sleep We speak despite their absence Their memories alive we keep Sometimes still we heartheir bark Their purrs, their whinnies their calls And we wonder how that’s possible With their souls in hallowed halls. It’s because they’ve sent gifts beforehand That echo through space and time And they send them back to comfort us And their love their beloved remind.