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 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 living – 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.