I found this poem many years ago when I lost my Golden Retriever and although I cried it gave me comfort.



If It Should Be

If it should be that I grow weak
And pain should keep from my sleep
Then you must do what must be done
For this battle cannot be won

You will be sad, I understand
Don’t let grief 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 would 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
I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me
Although my tail it’s last has waved
From pain and suffering I am 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 you heart hold back its tears.

Anon.[B]