If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this--the last battle--can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close--we two--these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
Author Unknown
Saturday, March 24, 2007
When the Time Comes
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Whew !.
What can one say.
I can barely catch my breathe.
I know if I start circulating this to my friends they will email me back with "THANKS ALOT--I NEEDED THE CRY"
So I will save this for the right time to send--and I will probably one day have to take it out and read it again for one of my fur babies.
WHEN THE TIME COMES.
WE BELIEVE IN MIRACLES
WE BELIEVE IN BARBARO !
But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
Is 40:31 (NIV)
I LOVE YOU ALL !
Robin(15 minutes from Pimlico Racetrack)
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