If It Should Be

A poem sent to us by the wonderful Dr at the Animal Hospital who took care of Bubba.

It it should be that I grow frail and week
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 come can hold no fears.
Would you want me to suffer? So
Wehn that time comes, please let me go.

I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you do for me.
allthough 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.

Anon.