And now there are two.

Once there were three hearts that we held dear;

one rescued, one offspring and one just appeared.

Each one unique, they made quite a brood,

and each had their own way of lightening our mood.

Like attention craving rivals they vied for our looks,

and found refuge from each other in crannies and nooks.

But now, due to nature and an uncaring, cruel fate,

the dearest heart stands waiting at God’s golden gate.

With heavy hearts and bitter tears we bid her farewell.

May she rest in heaven, the heart we loved so well.

By Rex G. Bradley

A special thank you to Miss Peach for the lovely graphic.