The Last Battle

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 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 to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till 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 its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have 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.

-- Unknown

My Best Friend

Tireless Protector

My Faithful One

Constant Companion

Always Ready To Come

Faithful Listener

Second To None

Playful Buddy

Looking For Fun

Unbeatable Snuggler

Warm Like The Sun

Unconditional Lover

Licks By The Ton

Inexhaustible Pleaser

Love On The Run

Sweet Slumber Dear Luke

Your Work Is Now Done.

In Loving Memory

I Haven’t Left At All

I Haven’t Left At All

 

I saw you gently weeping as you looked through photographs

You paused for just a moment at one that made you laugh.

But as you turned more pages the tears began to flow

You whispered that you missed me but I want you to know;

I softly licked those stinging tears that down your cheeks did fall

I want to help you understand I haven’t left at all.

 

On those days that you are overcome with sorrow, pain and grief

I rest my head upon your leg to offer some relief.

When you take our walking path I’ve seen you turn around

Because I know you surely heard my paws upon the ground.

At night while you are sleeping I snuggle at your side

You stroke my fur as you touch that place where I used to lie.

You said it’s just your heart playing tricks upon your mind

But rest assured I’m really there, my spirit’s left behind.

I know your heart is hurting; it’s like an open sore

You think my life has ended and you won’t see me anymore.

But for those of us bound tight by love, death is not the curtain call;

It’s really the eternal beginning that waits for us all

So, dear Master as you live your life I patiently await

For us to be together when you pass through Heaven’s gate.

In Loving memory of Luke