With thanks to the Ardmore Veterinary Group in Sudbury, Suffolk.
This is the poem that used to break me every time I went to the vet, it still breaks me now.
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 then 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 go.
Take me where my need they’ll tend,
And please stay with me till the end,
Hold me firm and speak to me,
Till 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 the 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 back the tears.