October 15th 2009 9:32 am
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If it should be that I grow weak And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done, For this last battle cannot 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 for me must 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; The time has come -- please let me go.
Take me where my need they'll tend, And please stay with me till the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me, Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you will see The kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved, From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve -- it must be you Who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years; Don't let your heart hold back its tears.
~~ Author Unknown ~~
Leave A Comment | 4 people already have Oh goodness, Mama must member not to read your entries when she at work no more.
Her coworkers are starting to wonder if she are having some personal issues. That is soooo beautiful, Spike! OMG, my momma did the same thing! What a beautiful poem. So touching, so painful, so true. Makes my mom cry.
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October 15th 2009 at 11:40 am