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Ode For A Pet

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Dec. 14th, 2007 | 12:17 pm
mood: crushed crushed

If it should be that i grow frail and weak,
and pain should keep me from my sleep,
then you must do what must be done
for this last battle can't be won.

You will be sad - i understand
don't let your grief then stay your hadn
for this day more than all the rest
your love and friendship stand the test

We've had so many happy years
what is to come - can have no ears
you'd not want me to suffer so
when the time comes, please let me go

Take me where my needs they'll tend
only say with me until the end
and hold me firm and speak to me
until my eyes no longer see

I know in time that you will see
it is kindness to me
although my tail it's last has waved
from pain and suffering i've been saved

Don't grieve it should be you
who decides this thing to do
we've been so close, we two, these years
don't let your heart hold any tears

Smile for we cuddled together
for a little while.

-author unknown


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