IF IT SHOULD BE
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 any tears.
--- Anonymous ---
I have had Jeep since she was 8 weeks old and I was 6 months pregnant. She has grown up with my DD. Jeep has always been a well behaved, slightly odd and adorable dog.
Jeep had had a brain tumour diagnosed back in October which had been kept in check with daily steroids, but she had a sudden turn for the worse yesterday, with confusion, pacing and twitching, and some incontinence. We didn't want to keep her here 'just for us' and it was hard to see her so upset. She had a huge tea (!) and at the vets she was still hungry enough to munch on fish snacks, in fact she was so busy snacking she didn't notice the injection, and died with a mouthful, the perfect way to go for a Border Terrier.