by

(Caro Schubert - James)

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 them 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 loving - 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.