This is my son and one of our many pets we have to leave behind. People around the country have no clue, when you have to decide between your human children, and your animal children. It\'s the most heart wrenching thing I\'ve ever had to do, and the feeling will haunt me the rest of my life. We recovered 5, found 3 dead, and are still missing others. \r\n\r\nThis my poem to my pets I lost in the storm. I think this says it all:\r\n\r\nLife Is Cruel When Your Heart Can\'t Sing\r\nDedicated to our cats we lost in Katrina (8/29/05)\r\n\r\nThe day would come, we\'d say goodbye to some\r\nThe others would stay, knowing their way\r\nOur journey home filled with sighs, \r\nwe got there and sighs turned to cries\r\nLayla was gone, dead in the street\r\nCaramel in the alley, lost to defeat\r\nOur smallest baby Rocky, in a bedspring\r\nLife is cruel, when your heart can\'t sing\r\nFour still missing, not from our thoughts\r\nContinue searching, everywhere - all parts\r\nSeven thankfully were found, as they waited at home\r\nThe only lives we know, that didn\'t turn to stone\r\nLife goes on, but we\'ll never forget\r\nThe day Katrina took our babies, and upset\r\nThe lives they once knew, when our family was true\r\n\r\nWe miss you all, babies ....\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n