Why am I suddenly
Filled with such prose
About my dead animals
Seems quite morose

For decades and decades
My pen sat still
With no inspiration
Nothing to fill

Till one day recent
Quite out of the blue
Words they sprang forth
Bout' my lost Puparoo.

They flowed out of nowhere
Came out with such ease
To praise my dear Doggy
That moment to seize.

Then came the demise
Of the cat we called Boo
More verses came out
To honor him too.

It seems that my heart
In order to heal
Must put forth these phrases
In order to feel.

Some salve or some balm
To comfort my soul
God's infinite mercy
To render me whole.

I don't know how long
These sonnets will flow
I do not wish
For my last pet to go.

My beautiful Nellie Belle's
Still quite alive
Last of our pet trio
Long may she thrive

I hope that these words
May be helpful to you
For I know the pain
You are going through

May you find your own way
To put out your grief
A song or a poem
To give you relief

Don't be afraid
Do not ever fear
Shout from the rooftops
For all to hear

That we love those dear Animals
Fast furry friends
With a love that's forever
And never will end...

And never will end...

And never will end...