MAX by Renae Roth / Mommy

If it shoud be
that I grow frail and weak
Then will you do what must be done,
For this — the lat 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.

And so I held you, my beloved pet, laid down beside you and cradled you in my arms. I did grieve then, as I do even yet and
my heart still holds many tears.

You were my friend whom I loved dearly and who loved me in return, no questions asked, and I shall miss you each day and hold you near and dear to me forever, my one-of-a-kind, my gentle, special endearing girl. My Max.


My Sweet Loving Girl,
You Will be Missed.
11, Apr 2007
Renae Roth