If it be that I grow frail and weak,
And pain should wake me from my sleep
Then you must do what must be done,
For the last battle cannot be won.
You will be sad, I understand,
Don't let grief stay your hand,
For this day more than all the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
What is to come will hold no fears,
You'll not want me to suffer, so,
When the time comes please let me go,
I know in time you will see,
It was a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail it's last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved,
Do not grieve that it should be you,
Who has decided this thing to do.
We have been so close, we three, these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
The author is unknown to me
if you should know who wrote this please let me know
so I can give the author
proper credit.
Edward L. Brown
You had grown frail and weak with age,
And I saw pain over your body rage,
Then I knew the last battle could not be won,
I had to do what must be done,
I did not let grief stay my hand,
It overwhelmed me, I could not stand,
As the Vet eased you away into a new land.
Now we are so lonely and in despair so deep,
Mama and I live in darkness where we weep,
Our sun did set when you left us that day,
In the darkest midnight we now make our way.
With apology to the author of the previous poem -- Edward L. Brown
