My groomer gave this poem to Mama. This is for all the doggies, cats and other animals that are waiting for us in heaven from Mama, Kaci and I (Hershey):
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 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 to let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend, and please stay with me until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me, until my eyes can 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 has this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two these years, don't let your heart hold back its tears.
For, I am now in a better place, and will be waiting to see your happy face.
When your turn comes to fly up to the blue, please look for me,
I'll be waiting for you.
