Its a small list....
They’re gone, sure, but who says they’re done!
A little paint, and boom, they’re still having fun.
No need for a grave or some solemn text
Just a canvas, a tail wag, and a love that’s perplexed.
They lived,
snoozed and stole snacks,
From cat boxes to poo on the rug.
Did he really just drag his ass on the carpeting...it happens!
And now they’ll stick around in brushstroke tracks.
Not for the sadness
No...FOR the cheer—
Because pets don’t die, they reappear!
