Originally Posted by xymotic
<<<<<<<<< I have a 14 Yr Old Dalmatian. He's been having a lot of trouble getting around lately, so a year ago he got "retired" to Yuma to live with my mom.
The other day she called to tell me it was 'that time' and so I had to go to Yuma for a visit.
I really didn't (don't) want to think about it.
Had similar circumstances (different breed) this September with a dog we had for 15 years. Broke my heart.
Afterwords, the vet's office sent us a sympathy card that had this poem...
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 be done?
For this - the last battle - can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hands,
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 to where my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me until 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 for me.
Although my tail its last has waived,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you,
Who had to decide this thing you do.
We've been so close - we two - these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.