It's now been 436 days since we had to have our lovely dog Moss put to sleep and we still miss him and think about him all the time. He kept me reasonably fit when we did agility and he never went wrong but I sent him the wrong way on too many occasions. He was our constant companion and through him we made many new friends who we keep in touch with now.
A few days after we lost him I was browsing the web as you do and I came across the following poem which I didn't read right through for several months and to all of you who have had to make the heartbreaking decision to have a family pet put to sleep you may derive some comfort from the following words.
The Last Battle
If it should be that I grow frail and weak, and pain should keep me from my sleep
Then will you do what must 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 where to 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 you will agree, it is a kindness you do to me
Although my tail it’s last has waved, from pain and suffering I’ve 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
If it should be that I grow frail and weak, and pain should keep me from my sleep
Then will you do what must 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 where to 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 you will agree, it is a kindness you do to me
Although my tail it’s last has waved, from pain and suffering I’ve 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
Moss 1992-2006
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