A poem by Molly Morris Dywer, age 13, Co Wexford

Photograph: iStock
Photograph: iStock
As we grow up with pets,
We forget
That they can’t be with us forever

Because someday
With or without knowing, we will touch their fur for the last time
Kiss them
Hug them
All for the last time.

We will hear their last meow,
Or bark
Or their last pleading look,

The day we got them,
Turns into their last day

Although they may get on your nerves
They might annoy you
Or even make you mad

But you must know, it's their first time living
And all they want to do is love you
Until they can’t anymore.