Poetry of sorts

Pets

We love them,
they may love us.
Their our comfort in glum,
their our plus.

They could be young,
or they could be old.
Their among the top,
they have a hold.

Is it just me,
or is it when you hold a pet.
You feel just a little bit free,
maybe even have a bit of glee.

Playing with a pet is fun as well,
seeing them have fun,
is sure swell.
Even if they sometimes give you hell.
We love them.

I'll be honest here,
I have pets of my own.
Even though at times their a pain in my rear.
They support me when I'm alone.

I have this one pet,
that's a pain.
But if your upset,
she'll help you through the rain.

Pets are cherished,
pets are special.
Care for them until there gone,
give them a hug,
show them that you love.
They won't be here forever,
but if we love them and cherish them.
I'm sure they'll be happy even when they're gone.