The Last Battle
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.
By Unknown
FluffyOur loving pet passed away in her sleep
during the night
October 7 & 8, 2018
08/2011
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InkyOur loving pet passed away in her sleep
during the night of
January 24, 2015
08/2011
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OscarOur loving pet passed away in his sleep
during the night of
December 3, 2010
07/2009
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Four Feet in Heaven
Your favorite chair
is vacant now…
No eager purrs
to greet me.
No softly padded paws
to run ecstatically
to meet me.
No coaxing rubs, no
plaintive cry will say it’s
time for feeding.
I’ve put away your bowl,
and all the things
you won’t be needing;
But I will miss you
little friend,
For I could never measure
The happiness you
brought me,
The comfort and
the pleasure.
And since God put
you here to share
In earthly joy and sorrow;
I’m sure there’ll be
a place for you
In Heaven’s bright
tomorrow…
By Alice E. Chase