Smokey And Gizmo

We had a sad job to do when we returned from our holiday this evening. The vets had called home to say the remains of my two old girls were ready to pick up.

There were a few tears, as I collected the beautiful solid oak casket they had been placed in.

Im very impressed with the service though, they were very caring and compassionate-my old girls had a good send off.

If It Should Be

I had this poem sent me yesterday--it made me cry-its so true.

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 back its tears.