A Pet's Prayer

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, canít be won.

You will be sad, I understand,
Donít let this grief then stay your hand,
For this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship stands the test.

Weíve had so many happy years,
What is to come can hold no tears,
Youíd not want me to suffer, so,
When the time comes, please let me go.

Take me where my needs theyíll tend,
And keep me comfortable to the end,
Although my tail itís last has waved,
From pain and suffering Iíve been saved.

Donít grieve that it should be you,
Who decides this thing to do,
Weíve been so close, we two, these years,
Donít let your heart hold any fears.

Smile - for we walked together for a little while.


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