My Kids

Someone once said to me that animals have no souls.
But I believe that his theory is replete with holes.
How can one of God’s most beautiful creations
not be allowed to roam about in His coming nation.
I have a cat that has more love than any one I know.
She never misses an opportune, her tenderness to show.
I have another that we found locked up in someone’s cellar.
If you sit down she’s in your lap. Twice, you don’t have to tell her.
The third I found on a road one night, his future very dim.
Now he thinks he owns the joint. We’re just here to feed him.
I also have three precious dogs-all colored black and white.
If people loved like these dogs do, life would be a delight.
Miss peanut is the matriarch, the leader of the pack,
Even thought she’s so much smaller, no more than a snack.
Eli is her soul mate, the sire of all her babies.
They’re like a married couple, no ifs, or buts, or maybes.
The third we found beneath my truck, abandoned and forgot.
If we hadn’t spotted her-she’d be a flat, grease spot.
Now they all live in this house and keep us company.
Three cats, three dogs, my wife and I are one big family.
So when I finally get to heaven I won’t have to despair.
Because I know my family will be waiting for me there.

For Miss Peanut, Eli, Elsie, Sissy, Patches and Carter