Join Date: Jun 2009
Location: Southwest, Michigan
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
I know your pain. Be strong and stay with him until the last. He looks like a sweetie pie. I went thru this not long ago. I had 1 day to prepare. So before I took him in I let him do what he loved yet I always prevented.... Play in the muddy swamp. The vet chuckled when he came in covered in muck. It was hard. But it was necessary.
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