If it should be...
In memory of Elsa and for anyone else who has lost a dog
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 can't 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 and friendship must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years
What is to come can hold no fears.
You would not want me to suffer, so
When the time comes, please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend
Only stay with me to the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you will see
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 it should 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.
...so I am glad that, not that she's gone.
But that this earth she roamed and lived upon
Was my earth, too.
That I had closely known and loved her
And that my love I'd shown.
Tears over her departure?
Nay - a smile
That I had walked with her, a little while.