The Last Battle
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
and pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this–the last battle–can’t be won.
You will be sad I understand,
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,
What is to come can hold no fears
You’d not 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 til 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.
Author Unknown
I am so sorry that you had such a rough life, never forget that I loved you and will love you forever. I miss you so much, your little squeak, your stern looks, your hisses at everyone but me. You had your own little personality but I know you loved me and I will never forget your last day. I pray you are happier now and not sick. Please forgive me Gracie, I do love you and I miss you so much.
I'll love you forever Gracie,
| Gracie |
| 17, Mar 2006 |
| Jennifer |