" Oliver " Nov. 4 1990 ------- May 18 1999
Old English Sheepdog
IF IT SHOULD BE
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 LAST BATTLE CAN'T BE WON.
YOU WILL BE SAD I UNDERSTAND,
DON'T LET YOUR GRIEF THEN STAY YOUR HAND,
FOR THIS DAY MORE THAN ALL THE REST
YOUR LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP STANDS THE TEST.
WE'VE HAD SO MANY HAPPY YEARS
WHAT IS TO COME CAN HOLD NO FEARS.
WOULD YOU WANT ME TO SUFFER? SO
WHEN THAT TIME COMES PLEASE LET ME GO.
I KNOW IN TIME THAT YOU WILL SEE
THE KINDNESS THAT YOU DO FOR ME.
ALTHOUGH MY TAIL ITS LAST HAS WAVED
FROM PAIN AND SUFFERING I'VE BEEN SAVED.
DO NOT GRIEVE IT MUST BE YOU
WHO MUST DECIDE THIS THING TO DO.
WE'VE BEEN SO CLOSE WE TWO THESE YEARS
REMEMBER THE JOY AMONG YOUR TEARS.
ANONYMOUS
" Love Rosemary "
| Oliver |
| Love Rosemary |