August 11th 2008 5:36 pm
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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.
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I feel your pain, I just lost my Miss Abbi of 10 yrs to a Brain tumor she was my life. I now have rescued a Pit Miss Ginger and I know that Miss Abbi sent her to me and she lives in her. I love the Angel wings how and where did you get these? I'd like to post them on my Miss Abbi. I hope to hear from you soon.
Again I'm sorry for your loss and yes I wish they could live as long as we do. But know they are watching over us and running and playing non-stop...
Miss Abbi and Miss Ginger