"Tasha"
September 17 1985 ----- February 21 2000
German Shepherd
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 the last battle can’t be won.
You will be sad I understand,
Don’t let the grief then stay your hand,
For this day more than all the rest
Your love and friendship stand the test.
We,ve 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 let me go.
Take me where my needs they’ll tend,
And stay with me if you can to the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will see,
It is a kindness you do for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I’ve been saved.
Don’t grieve that it should be with you,
Who must decide this thing to do,
We’ve been so close for all these years,
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.
Smile for we walked together for a little while.
TASHA.
September 17th 1985-February 21st 2000.
Regards Arthur & Frances Lingard
| Tasha |
| Arthur & Frances |